A happy Father’s Day poem
You talked. I listened… well, sort of. I know you meant well but I didn’t give you the time of day
or acknowledge your years of experience as a gold mine of wisdom at my fingertips. I was young, dumb, prideful and arrogant which
became a false footing in my life. Through it all, you didn’t say much to deter me from my
rash, immature thinking that led to so many decisions I regret now as an adult. I wish I
would have listened to you, let you be the father you knew how to be but couldn’t because I didn’t allow
you. Funny how life is an amusement park of rides, affording us
opportunities to accept and admit our wrongs, allowing us to grow in a direction of abundance. So dad,
on this father’s day, I want to tell you that you were right all those years,
and because of you, in the deep recesses of my brain, I hear your voice loud and clear.
Thank you for being the dad you knew I needed you to be.