Father Poem by Rod M.Peters

He gave me life and hope
And from a helpless sapling,
Fed me to maturity;
Brought me up to be
The proud tiller
Of my own mind;
Taught me the virtue
Of self-sacrifice
And the subdued pride
Of putting heart and mind
To the task of
Singing a jovial song
Decently enough,
But I never thanked him enough
For all that.

Will you all now
Pass stern judgement
From your high moral benches
And declare it the pinnacle
Of wishful-thinking,
A folly indulged only
By guilt-ridden minds,
To hope that my muted apology
Will reach his ears
Across the abysses of space?