In the heart's abyss, the pain lingers on,
For the ones I cherish most have been drawn.
Months or years, or an eternity's spree,
I won't forsake my role, nor my decree.
Confused and torn, between parents, you stand,
Yet our love for you flows, vast as the sand.
Though others may pull, tug you to and fro,
Parental love shouldn’t be a game, you know.
Both of us can love, both of us can care,
Forget old disputes, the pain we did bear.
Let's build those bridges, solid and so wide,
Where love and hope eternally reside.
For my children, my love knows no bounds,
Let's cherish the joy, let love’s song resound.
From this moment on, let blessings accrue,
Counting them daily, cherished and true.
Here I am, waiting, imperfect, yet true,
Not only by me, but others love you too.
Desire for your return burns, a fervent plea,
Yearning for days when once again, you're with me.
Mistakes of the past, let's leave them behind,
Forgive and look forward, a new path to find.
For those who look up, let's show the way,
Learn from the past, and a brighter day.
Remember the ones, close to our core,
Mother, siblings, and so many more.
Our purpose is clear, to love and to give,
Reflecting the divine in the life we live.
Time to let go, of the past and its shade,
Others observe, on the path we've laid.
Once I was firm, and you, the young one,
Yet, in life's journey, we've only begun.
As your father, my vow is clear to see,
To love unconditionally, be the best 'me'.
So I reach out, with hope shining through,
Please come back, my arms open for you.
Thank you for posting another one of my poems. I find writing poetry is the best way for me to figure out what is going on in my head. My heart has already been completely broken, but I won't let that happen to my brain.
It is refreshing and enjoyable to read expressions in poetry.
I would like to hear what folks here believe is “unconditional love.” This is a term that our two wayward children used as a weapon against us for a long while before cutting us off in favor of this dreadful cult. They claimed that our love for them was conditional, which is not true. We believe one duty of genuine love is to correct and reject unacceptable behavior in clear terms. We remained firm in our standards, but never turned a child away or denied him or her support and succor. I would still take a bullet for any of them.
Through the years, it was easy to see the popular media take on this in its talk show pop psychology, trashy supermarket literature and TV PSAs. “Let your children be who they are” in its myriad forms was the constant slogan. Huge TV audiences would applaud this mantra wildly; millions of Americans imbibed this cheap message with gusto.
Our other two grown children, on the other hand, did not adopt this immature mentality, and thank God are around us for moral support.
I welcome anyone’s thoughts.