This Father’s Day, the dad is not on a pedestal. He’s mid-step, caught in the motion of leaving, watching his son become a man. A dad speaks- hesitant, unfinished, proud. There are five kinds of love here, and none of them are easy. This poem is not to celebrate a dad, but to remember one. Maybe your dad. Maybe the dad you are. Maybe the dad you’ll never quite become.
Oh please,
Be kind,
And remember me.
Many dads before me,
Tears in their eyes,
Have had to leave.
No, they weren’t ready.
Motion frozen, mid-step
Caught unexpected.
The cost, to them
So high
Task incomplete.
But it’s too late.
There is no time.
No going back.
One day,
One day soon,
I’ll be gone.
You’re on your way now
You’ll make it
I should have done more.
From those first steps
To where you stand!
And so much more.
I am proud,
Honoured, yet left behind
Job undone.
Oh please,
Be kind,
And remember me.
I did give
What little
Counsel I had.
Of the path to follow
It’s hard, I know,
To balance
What needs to be done
But always, always
Let go of the hurt.
Good luck,
Work hard, my son
I love you.





