The Shadow of A Father

by Quietly Versed   Nov 15, 2008

Ode to my little man,
Your smile is epic,
I am regretful that I play part in your travesty.

It is my struggle that is forced upon you,
My shortcomings tempt this false conviction,
A remorseful era is ours to share.

You will come to know this life unchaste,
Your hand will fall with judgment haste,
Love will be subject to your harsh exam.

But, you are the Son of splendor,
Even now, my adoration is upon you,
The nobles will kneel to your moral fiber.

You will find strength in the crease of your hands,
You will grasp the moment and mold it to your resolve,
My Son, you have my heart.

Virtue will allow you to overcome this blunder,
This folly will submit to your untainted soul,
You will command truth and amnesty with prudent show.

My embellishment is you, my joy.
Please discern my struggle to know you,
Fatherhood is my resolution.

In due time you will solicit justification,
Even now I prepare for that hour,
Even now I demand your will.


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  • 9 years ago

    by Teria

    I'm going to be quite honest. I'm astonished that I have never heard of you before nor came across one of your poems. Though, I realize that you don't have nearly as many as some of the people I comment on, you're quite talented. Actually, you're extremely talented.

    I must say you have outstanding vocabulary, something that I think I'll learn from. Considering this poem itself is putting you on my favorites in order for me to continue reading your poetry.

    If you're already a father (which I gather from the poem you are) you seem to be a decent one. Of course people can feel emotions from others being, so I'm not going to completely assume that you are a father, though the father you speak of seems decent enough. And, whoever the son is to this wonderful man is a lucky son. I would never hear such words from my father, I don't think my father is capable of thinking such words - let alone saying them. I know many men just like him and it's sad, very sad. But, fathers like the ones described in this poem are good fathers.

    Kudos for the poem. Father or not, you've pulled it off outstandingly.