Dear Children

Dear Children

I will soon be dead,

cold as ice,

pale as the moon,

as insignificant as mist

in May.

And you, you will forget my face.

For without a photograph, you

will never see me again.

You forgot me when I walked the earth

because I was weak enough to feel

all the slings and arrows,

and I cried out in my

anger and my pain,

I am leaving, I am leaving.

In your hearts you will recall

all the sadness of hell.

And you will chastise my weakness,

never my strength,

as you revere the sacred mother

who betrayed you!

 

05/03/17

Reviews

[wordman]

you sound frustrated with the idea of your aftermath john

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Frustrated with at least one of my kids more like it Ron lol! Cheers and many thanks.

[MsJewel]

Your words are powerful and filled with emotion. As with everything of yours that I have read, absolutely outstanding. Julie

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Julie. Heart on sleeve and all that!

[DIVYA]

Your words convey the anguish of a misunderstood father. Mothers often influence the children more, appearing pristine in their eyes. Recently, I did realize, though late, my father had a greater heart than my mother and he cared for me more than she does. ❤

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I am so glad you discovered your father's heart Divya. Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

A direct and honest write. Made the reader feel the thoughts of someone with regret and understanding. In time. All of us will be forgotten. Thank you John for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank You so much Coyote. It is heartening to think it can have an effect.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.