The Father

I was never meant to be a parent,
My own mistreated childhood a
Precursor to any kind of fears and
Nightmares that being alone and grown
Bring, living without a hold onto any
Solid thing. Oh, love exists and helps,
Both of partner and children, and it
Is so intense, so fierce, it brings with
It those worries and empathies that
Carry me out of my comfort zone
Into a no-man’s land of constant
Watchfulness and concern, melancholy
And regrets of neglect. Like all parents,
I do my best, but it’s never good enough
For me.

R 26/04/2025 18:50 Norwich