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Father's Day

by Chris Sorrenti

it's a beautiful morning...

sun's shining bright
a time to relax...reflect
and though the phone won't ring
no knocks on the door
notice in inbox
of electronic greeting card
I'll make the best of it
treating myself to a late brunch
perhaps even later
a celebratory glass of wine
recalling the long winding road
that’s brought us this far...

how I’d change your diapers
too icky a job for mom
pushed you on the tire swing
chased off that first bully
the new bike from Toys R’ Us...
summer evening rides
that afternoon spent fishing
when you caught the big bass
the latest video games
you’d beg for
that trip to Wonderland
where we got lost in the parking lot
looking for the car
campfire talks on the Ottawa
walks in the woods
family of skunks
safely encountered
snuggling together watching
Friday night movies
the 500 dollar Christmases
100 dollar birthdays
party at age 12...
pizza and cake
celebrated with your friends
at Laser Quest

maybe you’ve forgotten all this
but then I’ll never know
though perhaps more recently
what I thought we had
were honest talks...on both sides
when you reached adolescence
expressions of concern
worries of risky decisions
made by a teenage son
who had all the answers
and a few years later
the worn out dad
who'd exhausted all avenues
of reproach
more harm than good
in letting you stay at home
during working hours
unstructured - unmonitored

and despite this emptiness
trauma inside
a voice without a face tells me
“I’ve nothing to feel guilty for,
did the best you could”
so I'll wish myself a...

Happy Father's Day to me!

© 2001

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Author's Note: Terry Olynik's comment on Chris Romano's Fathers Day posting in the General Forum reminded me of this poem from 2001. My son and I have gone through some rough times together, but I never gave up, and it's brought us closer together in the long run. And yes, now he does wish me Happy Father's Day.

Posted on 06/21/2006
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/21/06 at 03:33 AM

Hi Chris, Long time no see or hear. Hee! Hee! Just finishhed your poem on Father's Day. Just beautiful, simply, beautiful. Now, would ya have it any other way? Except for a few trying times and bumps in the road. Lots of Love there. Oh yes, Happy Belated Father's Day. :)

Posted by Bet Yeldem on 06/21/06 at 03:41 AM

i have to say... as the single parent of a pre-teen son contemplating whether or not he can stay home alone while i have to work -- this poem scares the hell out of me.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/21/06 at 05:54 AM

Hi Chris. Oh, man....you are hittin' so close to home! What a great read.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/21/06 at 12:53 PM

being well familiar with your life experiences, from our friendship, I could really hear this and the hurt that parents sometimes suffer along the way after all they do. But as your footnote explains, with luck and something else, often things get better. Not in all cases, sadly. And of course, growing up is tough too. Very moving Chris. We have to give our own pats on the backs sometimes, for sure.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/21/06 at 02:40 PM

Truly from the heart of a caring Father.

Posted by Christel Crews on 06/21/06 at 02:53 PM

this is so beautiful! i love the memories and the reflections.. i'm glad you and your son are close..i think family is so important :) if i may, happy belated father's day!

Posted by Mara Meade on 06/21/06 at 07:00 PM

Bittersweet to read and contemplate, but so well expressed. Amen, Chris - we do the best we can with what we have.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/24/06 at 03:37 AM

Chris, this mesmerized me, since I'm just now coming back to wanting a relationship with my father - after many years of allowing the hurt he did me (through divorce) color my thoughts of him. None of us can erase the past, but we can make decisions to change the future. I hope your son comes to this realization sooner than I did.

Posted by Katerina T Nix on 06/25/06 at 01:40 PM

Great piece, Chris! I feel like I should call my parents and tell them that I love them right now!.... but it's about midnight over here right now so I should probably let them sleep :) Kat

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