Father Poem

A father talks about the regret he feels that his son has grown up without him.

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Published: February 2006

My only regret is tomorrow,
for the past is full of sorrow.
I don't know how, or why, or even when,
but it probably occurred to me when you turned ten.
Those days in the past when I stood watch on Navy quarterdecks and piers;
I couldn't get home in time to rest those fears
of you not knowing me or wanting to know me,
because I couldn't spend time with you while awake.
I think about it now, and I shake, quiver, and tremble.
You scream, "You don't know me!"
I answer silently that I don't even know who I resemble.
My son has turned totally against me and all that I have done
while serving my country honorably and faithfully.
Yet, he doesn't know me, nor do I know him because of my job.
My time in the Navy is nearly over, with 19 years of experience under my belt.
But I can't forget the way I've felt.
Regret is a heavy burden to bear, and to lighten the load,
I'll intersperse highlights of my career whenever I share,
along with the sorrow that I was not there.



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