To My Father Poem by Colm WJ Mccormack

I know you only from an infant's view. I will never know you from a man's. You drifted in the early chapters of my conscious mind. This injustice, I will never understand. A paternal wisdom passed down to a son, learnt from the father of his own. A certain knowledge I did retrieve. But I retrieved this knowledge alone. such a distinctive voice you possessed. But I remember less and less of it each day. As time meanders on, I dream of the day when I dream of you. So I can hear your voice again. Whether there is hell below our feet or heavens in our clouds. Regardless of religion and faith, I strive to make you proud. X