my father sat beside me
as we headed down the river
he was not strong
but he was still a man
oh he could fell the timber
and he could plow a furrow
but many things
he could not understand
he could not say I love you
but he knew the darkest forest
and he knew the lonely place
I had to go
and he could not travel with me
far beyond the river valley
nor teach me all the things
I had to know
yes he was like the mountain
that I had to face alone
like many things
I'll never understand
but I told him that I loved him
and his eyes filled with tears
as he looked up
at a strong but lonely man
The bonding between father and son and different aspects of the relationship including emotional transactions have been narrated in an amazing manner. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could not imagine fathers of the okder generation were the same in different countries.They stood at home as monuments, like tall trees, rocks, you could find support.So nicely said.