One Father to Another

Behind those eyes then rose a tear the first blood I had ever drew From the depths of his tiny soul where innocence bid me adieu

Son Tate

Each day my son with thoughtful eyes

looked up to me through his laughter

Knowing I would be kind and wise

from that time and ever after

 

 

Once bitten from pain of divorce

I had shed teardrops of my own

From depths my boy had drug me back

he had never left me alone

 

 

Then came the moment I had feared

when my temper did hurt my son

Deep like the pain from my divorce

left me to ask, "what have I done"

 

 

Behind those eyes there rose a tear

the first blood I had ever drew

From the depths of his tiny soul

where innocence bid me adieu

 

 

Fearing grief would hinder his sleep

and not knowing what I should say

I looked to find him in slumber

there beside our picture he lay

 

 

Asleep in pain his eyes had closed

I felt my heart begin to moan

A sole tear lie upon his cheek

where I left a few of my own

So now whenever I am asked

to bless him with my permission

I think on what I lost that day

when I forced on him submission

Author's Note

Whenever my son asks for my permission I always ask myself now, who will it hurt if I say yes? If the answer is only myself I always say yes. A lesson I learned the hard way. It seems I learn best that way. I should say the reference in this poem to blood being spilled was metaphoric, not literal. In this case I had just lost quite a bit in the divorce and was distraught. Little Tate just wanted my attention. When he started nagging me I turned on him and launched a tirade his way. The look on his face as a tear arose from his soul was heart wrenching. Having never seen me so upset he was devastated. The barb launched his way rebounded off his innocence to strike me dead center in my own heart. I had broken both our hearts. If ever an experience wrung the very water from my soul, this was it!

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

This is such a tender, yet profound piece... I FEEL each word.. I feel each tear.. I feel the anguish.. oh my goodness.. I literally have chills right now.. I feel the depth at which you love this precious blessing.. It is pure, it is unconditional, and it is real.. This is my absolute favorite piece I have had the pleasure of reading on this site... You are truly talented, my friend... AMAZING!!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Now see many would say this was the hardest thing to write and admit But i beg to differ While I cannot read it without shedding a tear And cannot read it aloud writing it was easy it simply poured on the page

[AprilRN1210]

well, it poured brilliantly.. Thank you for sharing this with me.. I absolutely love it.. LOVE it.. not only do you have a wonderful talent, it seems you have a beautiful soul.. :)

[Tate Morgan]

I love my children But Tate holds a special place in my heart he and he alone went through my divorce with me and he alone saved my soul

[AprilRN1210]

I can feel that love shine through every tear soaked word sir and it touched me deeply.. I know you speak the truth.. You are blessed to have one another.. and I am blessed to have been able to read this breathtaking expression of that love..

[Becky C Strukamp]

I wanted to read this again. An amazing work of art.

[Becky C Strukamp]

Tears surfaced as I read this. So emotionally packed and sending such an important message. I felt each pain and heartache from both sides. You penned a marvelous write.

[Manpreet]

It touches not only the heart but the soul too, great work indeed!!!

[dutch2lips]

ah yes, I think that every parent has that moment once in their lives, I too so I can relate, great write Poet!

[LadyNaida]

Wow! I am speechless! Beautiful!

[Green Regol]

The poem conveys everything in the Author's Note perfectly. I'm not a parent, so I can't say I understand, but there's real pain in this poem and pain is something everyone can relate to. Well worded.

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

I've never seen it put in the point this way . Of the parent abusing the child . It's always the other way around . I'm serious . This touched my heart being that I am a child abuse victim . But I've never actually thought of it this way . I did not cry , but that was very touching . I could only imagine what you felt like when that happened . You should continue writing because i'd love to read .

[Shelly Braen]

Such honesty and love from a father can never be duplicated or forgotten. This is a simply colossol admition and regret. It is so beautiful of you to share such a sorrowful and intimate monent between father and son. I believe I speak for everyone when I say thank you so dearly for having written such raw emotion in such a beautiful way, and teaching us all such a valuable love. Father is the word for God in the eyes of all the young, and your unmeasurable love and mercy bring into this world a reminder of such. You have the heart of the wind, strong and blowing those you love onto a path of purity.

[Pumpkinspice]

Sorrowful poem indeed. Children can't deal with the two most important people in their lives to seperate. It is a trying and hard time for them. I should know.. I had 2 when I divorced my first husband. Both handled it very differently. They're happy now with children of their own. It is time that heals a broken heart. This is very well penned and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing. Pumpkin~

[Awdures]

I have Adele playing here and a huge tear in my eye Tate, how glad am I that I came here and read this poem. Your choice of words in this short piece is sublime. My parents were uber strict, the type of people who never gave up and are still together after 40 years of marriage. Mine lasted only 7 years, just hope the cracks caused by our seperation don't affect my children too deeply, I guess it's too early to tell yet. A heart rendering poignant write indeed. Thank you for sharing with us x