It was a poem about my biological father. I can only remember snippets of it to this day.
two parts I remember:
‘Tis eighteen years since we last met, I’m only seventeen. I barely know to be my dad; a man I’ve never seen.’
And the end of poem:
‘Would I have been a daddy’s girl, if I had had a dad? Or would you be just like the rest, and make me very sad?’
When I was 36, I finally met the man I’d wanted my whole life to know. The man I’d daydream busting with pride because I was in the army and following his footsteps even without him being there. (He was a green beret, sniper, in Vietnam)
My dad was the ultimate disappointment in life. He was a perverse old man who though he knew about all of his kids (there were at least 5 of us) he took responsibility in life for none of them. Claimed no knowledge, but had photos of all of us when we were babies there in his home.
He died of lung cancer in February when I was 40. His family treated me and my children like a nobody at his funeral because all his other children looked like him. I didn’t favor him in any way. (My grandma used to say I was nobody’s kid, because I looked like nobody I was supposed to look like in her opinion.)
Despite all this, I’m glad I got to know the truth on him, that he wasn’t the man I watched for in all the drill sergeants and instructors I had while I was in the army. He was just as ordinary as any other man, and a purposeful deadbeat at best.
Sorry for the dark and twisty start to the day.
All the best,
A
(Craig, I also wrote about Christ when in elementary…about keeping Christ in Christmas, I think I was 4th or 5th grade. He wasn’t ever allowed to be present much in my schools growing up: atheists will tell you that’s a separation of church and state, I believe it’s just one more way to keep their thumb on believers- but o see it as one more way Christ separates the wheat from the chaff, enough trials like that and the chaff will fall away…the wheat won’t…just my 2 cents)
(Also Craig, per Luke, the Holy Spirit forbade them from preaching in Asia. Maybe there was a reason the Asian churches fell away? (Acts 16:6-7) )
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I’m so sorry about your father. For some of us we only have one true Father and that is God. I like that you wrote a poem in school about Christ. Kids who do things like that today could get suspended if they don’t stop. Or if they wear a shirt that says something about God they are told not to wear it. It will only get worse.
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We live in a culture where everyone is offended by everyone and everything.
I’m in the process of a front to back Bible read, I started genesis last year when I lost my husband and I’ve made it as far as acts. I can only tell you that loving God and loving Christ was never meant to be without its challenges. Throughout history even after Biblical times this is the case. Sometimes we have to get suspended or worse to show loyalty and love. It has always been.
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