Son I am sorry for all the anguish you went through as a child.
But in my defense I did not know.
I did not know
about all your night that were filled with fear.
I did not know
that your smile was really a mask to hide your tears.
I did not know
that because of my words you were sometimes too afraid to even try.
I did not know
that my laughter made you cry.
I especially did not know
that in the place we called home
is where you felt most alone.
Please forgive me son.
I really and truly
Did Not Know! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A loving tender write for admission to something we sometimes do not know. How deep children suppress these feelings