Don’t want to be a father
Don’t want my children to die
Don’t want to wake up one day
And have them ask me why
Why did you bring us to this world
Then walk away without a goodbye?
Why did you leave us to the misery
Of the night, didn’t you hear us cry?
Don’t want to be a father
Don’t want them living a lie
That everything is beautiful
Like the stars in the midnight sky
Don’t want them to curse my name
Or think that I did not try
To save them from the hate
That seems to grow and amplify
Don’t want to be a father
Or want to hear the mother’s reply
That I abandoned her as well
When I seldom left her to fly
“Why didn’t you try harder?”
When all we do is to deny
That love doesn’t survive
The lack of a moan or a sultry sigh
Don’t want to be a father
And I don’t want to shy
From the fact that I
Don’t want another knot to tie
Powerful stuff Sam.
There is an aching in those words.🙏
thank you
Love hurts. There’s no getting around it. You will be blamed for just about everything simply because you’re a father. And you love deeply because you have children. Them’s the facts. Yeah, it sucks.
Excellent poem, btw.
We’re still friends, right?💋
always
Thank you
Mr. Nash, I am childless at 38 but want children, yet the title of your poem caught my eye actually and I had to read on… deeply emotional piece and I appreciated reading it.
Daniel
thank you
Powerfully penned, Sam. This is an incredible write my friend, feel the sting in these words. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you
powerfull…