We Are Better Friends Now

Once in a lifetime
There comes a man like you
Who bears a son much like yourself
And I know it’s hard for you to believe
That he’s grown into a man
But father, I sincerely understand
And I have always remembered
That once, every night of my existence
To thank my lucky stars
That you’ve given me the strength
To be a better man
By providing a guiding light
With your wisdom
Your encouragement
Your love
But there comes a time
In our evolution through life
When a father and a son, can no longer be as one
And it took me so long to recover
From the pain of having denied the love
I once so dearly relied upon
It takes more than time to discover
That for both the young and old
Truth is sometimes cold but right
This is my life and I will always hold my own
Even when it means hurting us both
But all the wrongs became the rights
When we stopped to wonder “how”
By looking inside our hearts
With humble honesty
To discover what has been kept hidden
And accept the truths
That have been avoided
By the ignorance of stubborn pride
And yes, my dear father
Look at us … We are better friends now
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I wrote in my mid twenties after a number of years of conflict with my father. Although deep down inside we both loved one another very much we couldn't get along. I always believed I was a disappointment to him, I couldn't live up to what I thought he wanted me to be. The harder I tried to do things I thought would be right in his eyes the more bitter his criticism became. We drifted further and further apart. I rebelled. Then the day came I had to look honestly an harshly at myself realized that all he wanted from me and for me was to be my own man. I had to accept that disagreements and disappointments were a part of life, that perfection was an illusion, my illusion, something that cannot and would not ever be achievable.

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orientalkoru
What a great parallelism this is as far as our relationships with our earthly father (in your case, int his poem) and that of our relationship to God. Really all they want for us is that we never stumble on anything and if we did, that we are able to cope with it. Introspective... well done! wine bouquet
Odette67
I am sure many can identify with this superb poem...I was always at war with my Mother...I could never please her...I love and miss her still after 15 yrs. wine purple heart
TisOnlyMe4U
Hey great write here and I felt you were telling my story of the relation with my mom.. I suffered for 40 yrs before I stood up to her! Really glad I did too.
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