Your poem yanks at my heart strings. I suppose because I longed for more than I got from my dad. He did the basics. Provided. once in a while he'd take us kids for a hike or a trip to the beach. I don't ever recall any real one on one relationship stuff with him. I was afraid of him. I longed for something that I would never get. Perhaps If he and I could start today there might be a chance, but there is so much distance between us in more than one sense. I know he loves me and He knows I love him, but there is so much more to a relationship than knowledge, and I don't think he knows how to go there.
Thanks for your poem, Bobby. I'm sorry for the little boy in you that was so devastated by his father. You have my love and compassion.
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy ____…! What a ride!’” ~Hunter S. Thompson