He died
but I never
went to his funeral.
If I didn’t have sons
of my own
I’d have gone.
But I do, so I know
that no force on earth
could ever make me
discard them.
Ryan Stone
He died
but I never
went to his funeral.
If I didn’t have sons
of my own
I’d have gone.
But I do, so I know
that no force on earth
could ever make me
discard them.
Ryan Stone
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This is very good Ryan
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Thanks so much, mate. And a big congratulations on your Pushcart nomination. Brilliant news and truly deserved.
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This I understand. I didn’t go to my father’s funeral for the same reason.
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I’m sorry to hear it. Hopefully there’s some comfort in knowing you’re not alone. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment 🙂
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I can really relate to this one…
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High praise, thanks Al.
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i had a similar situation with my mother’s funeral. i understand this completely.
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I’m sorry to hear it, Beth. Lessons come to us in many ways, I guess. Thank you for reading and for understanding.
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I can relate even though I attended funerals out of respect. However, I prefer to remember those that I love when they were alive. Excellent piece, Ryan.
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I’m sorry if it was you who lost your father even if he wasn’t a good father, he was your father and I love that you have a great relationship with your sons and would never be that kind of father to them. Your reaction (or the speakers) is very understandable. Improving upon a broken relationship that hurt you deeply. Good to read your Poems.
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And it’s good to be read. Thanks, Amanda. Yes, life throws some interesting lessons that often appear as anything but… Lovely to see you here 🙂
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