My wife and I have been doing the traditional spring cleaning thing most of us dread doing each year, and while doing so we came across a poem I had written shortly after our son moved out on us and began his journey of thinking he had "escaped" the worst prison on the face of the earth. Funny, how over sixteen years later so much of what I had written back then still holds true to this day, as it has been nearly two years since we last heard from him. I felt it only proper after discovering this piece to include it on this site.
November 15, 1991
For eighteen years he gave me a reason
To get up and face each day,
But now my incentive to life my life full
Has packed up and moved away.
It's not just the fact that he's moved away
That is hurting myself and my wife.
But for some unknown reason we don't understand
We're no longer a part of his life.
Now I know we're not perfect as all parents aren't,
Although I thought we were better than most.
And that special closeness I thought we all shared,
I imagined it all, I suppose.
I mean what do you say to a son that you love,
Probably more than your own life itself?
You can't say "You live here and do as I say,
And damnit, you love us or else!"
I just hope he realizes we'll always be here
And stand behind him thru good times and bad.
Hey, we're not the bad monsters he thinks that we are.
We're just simply his Mom and his Dad.
2 comments:
Awww dear friend.. this brings a tear to my eye. Its good to see ur works again, be that old or new.
Autumn, wow, has been months since we last connected, and I'm so very sorry about that. I've been very, very busy and active with a non-profit concert series that is held at a beautiful new county park in the town where I work, and with my love of music, I've thrown myself quite literally into all of it, hook, line and sinker. On the days of our concerts I have been putting in 17 hour days which has left me little time to do any writing at all. Our season is coming to an end at the end of September, so I'll be back doing my thing again on here for sure shortly. Don't give up on me, kiddo! It's been so grand to be around music again, live music, and to be helping put these concerts on for our community to enjoy. Takes me back in my memories to the days of Summer Heat. Anyway, thanks so much for the kind posting, and believe me, my dearest friend, we shall connect again very, very soon, I promise. You're a dear and thanks from all that I am.
Charlie
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