My Father’s Side

It’s hard to believe I wrote this poem about my father in March of 2006.  Four years ago, when my father was leaving a place in life that could have taken away his life forever.  Today he is a different man.

Christmas Day 2007

From this day on
I will stand by my father’s side
For he is a new man
With a new outlook on life

He was all alone
With a bottle in his hand
Blood on the wall and broken bones
Why we forgot him, I never understand

His body was weak
And he had hurt his pride
but he cried out and
God saved his life one night

His body healed
His pain went away
And now for much longer
With us, he’ll stay

The distance between
I can’t change the past
But it’s never too late
to make memories that last

From this day on
I will stand by my father’s side.

I still don’t know for certain who my dad is inside sometimes, but I’m learning.  There has always been an air of mystery and secrecy about him.  But oddly enough, we accept that being from the South, for some reason.  I think about the drinking and the affairs, but I liked those parts better when they were still secrets.

And although it’s all out in the air now, he’s been forgiven for those things and isn’t like that anymore.  And everytime I learn something new that I didn’t know before, I want to be angry but can’t be.  My spirit won’t let me.  I spent too many years being angry at the man, and all of that has healed. The wounds won’t let themselves be opened again, and I’m thankful for that.

I’m thankful we still have him.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  I love you.

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