I get along with
my father now,
better than when he was alive
The walls have dismantled,
the barriers down,
a clear vision to inside
The excuses we made,
a pride that forbade,
here buried in the ground
As our spirits conjoin
to sail on the wind
—each other we have found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2020)
I love the free flowing verse, especially the stanza 'The walls have dismantled, the barriers down, a clear vision to inside' I believe a Father Son disconnect was common in our generation, when nothing we did was good enough and praise was never given, only fault found if even the smallest fault could be found. My father mellowed at 83 and we are now friends now he is 86. We went out for a Father's Day meal yesterday at a restaurant over looking the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem. Truly excellent....10++++++