Do not call me father.
For I do not share my thoughts of love with you.
I might think them, I might feel them,
but the miles that lay between you and I-
the words of love lose their power,
their prestige - their meaning.
Do not call me father.
But what is a father? Someone
who protects you when you are hurt.
Encourages you when you fail.
The one who reassures you everything will be
okay when your world comes tumbling down.
Do not me father!
Why? Because years go by and we
do not take part in the same meal
or sleep under the same roof
or breathe the same country air.
Do not call me father!
Because that name is chosen
by someone else - kin who is
not of my blood claims that name.
Do not call me father!
Because that role lies in the
heart and the soul of your mother.
i know
the feeling
http://postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/324862
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot