Dear Father,

23rd post for #bloganuary (a WordPress event)


The Prompt: Interview a fictional character.


I’m stretching this prompt a bit, but this is what I feel like sharing today. In many ways, the Father in this poem is fictional. The creation of a young boy trying to make sense of a situation that didn’t make any sense. Originally written last year.


Dear Father,

Dear Father, is it true? Did you leave to be free of me?

I come from you. Are you ashamed? Do I spoil your good name?

I’m sorry I’m not worthy.

Dear Father, are you listening? What should I do?

Your blood runs within me. Tarnished by my stupidity.

Should I slice it free? Will you answer me?

Dear Father, where are you? Are you a reality?

Or are you just an origin story? A false memory?

Something to make sense of life biologically?

Dear Father, your silence is my answer.

I know what I must do now. I’ll let you be.

This feels right. I see the light beckoning me.

Dear Father, please forgive me.

I promise I tried my best. Honestly.

I’m sorry. I am not worthy.


Be well,

Monty


6 Comments

  1. gigglingfattie says:

    Wow this was so sad…

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    1. Monty Vern says:

      My father is in my life today, but it was a tough go of it earlier on. Thanks for your read ❤️

      Like

  2. A very sad poem. With all the ghosting that happens these days, it’s a good reminder that your absence leaves a hole.

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    1. Monty Vern says:

      Yes, and while I’ve not been a perfect father, I’ve been present and that is sometimes what is needed most.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Stretched or not, this cuts deeply.

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    1. Monty Vern says:

      Thank you for reading.

      Liked by 1 person

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