A Note On Father's Day Poem by John F. McCullagh

My son passed on in 95'; his cause of death was AIDS.
We hadn't spoken for some years; we were then estranged.
I could not understand the love he had for other men.
Still, I admit my heart was broken that his life was at an end.

Decades passed and I grew grayer, ready for my final bow.
I wish I'd been a better Dad; knowing what I know now.
Then it came, the letter, one he'd written long ago.
A card he's sent for Father's day some thirty years ago.

It filled my heart with gladness to read of his love for me.
If he only knew I loved him too. We might have both been free.
Life cannot give him back to me, nor all my tears erase,
Still I pray this was a sign he's in a better place.