Another Father’s Day is here.
People will celebrate,
facilitate their fathers.
I can't cheer,
lost mine two years before.
He is gone,
but I don’t have to speak,
all good of him
if he did not deserve,
that appreciation.
He was flawed,
like most humans.
He didn’t agree,
with my choices,
neither in my career,
nor in my life partner.
I had heard him say to people,
“She’s stubborn, a rebel.”
I’m proud of my decisions,
I was protecting my rights.
He was my father—
the progenitor and protector,
he paid for my education.
But I had seen him
make bad decisions,
for himself,
which got him into troubles.
If you can’t make right calls,
for your own life,
how can you do,
that for me?
So, I listened to my conscience
and obeyed that instead.
If you say,
your father was ideal,
sorry to break your belief—
that’s just love and delusion.
Love them anyway—
they were, or are,
emotion-driven humans,
run by insecurity and motivations.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
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Comments (2)
You write a sad poem and sorry you have bad memories of your dad. I wrote a drabble today for my dad today if you want be read.
Awe sad but my dad was a beautiful person inside and out everyone loved him. I miss him so much. With my beautiful dad what you seen was what you got. 🙏✍️📕🏆♦️