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Dear Andrew
I know I'm fucking up.
I know it.
I know I am feeling my way through the darkness
with blistered fingertips.
I don't need the judgment or forgiveness of a God-sized fairy tale
I just need yours
Little, precious, you
My blonde haired miniature man
I know you are destined to make some of my same mistakes
I know I won't be able to tell you anything for a while
I know to expect pain in exchange for my ill-fitting love
But I want you to know that even though I'm fucking it up
feeling my way through the dark
I love you
I'm trying
I'll be here whenever you need me
for as long as time allows
To help you, to let you know
that you are the only one that matters
Well, you and your sisters
But I don't have the heart
to shatter their image of me yet
*(inspired by the 'To the one person that matters' thread)
I know it.
I know I am feeling my way through the darkness
with blistered fingertips.
I don't need the judgment or forgiveness of a God-sized fairy tale
I just need yours
Little, precious, you
My blonde haired miniature man
I know you are destined to make some of my same mistakes
I know I won't be able to tell you anything for a while
I know to expect pain in exchange for my ill-fitting love
But I want you to know that even though I'm fucking it up
feeling my way through the dark
I love you
I'm trying
I'll be here whenever you need me
for as long as time allows
To help you, to let you know
that you are the only one that matters
Well, you and your sisters
But I don't have the heart
to shatter their image of me yet
*(inspired by the 'To the one person that matters' thread)
Published 4th Nov 2011
| Edited 28th May 2012
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4th Nov 2011 8:33am
yet. i was touched to tears.... there are so many millions that wish they'd had this soul-deep care from their fathers. you are one of a kind, PTM. the flow is beautiful, the pauses perfect, your ending is strong as is the beginning... i had to log in just to add it to my reading list. bravo.
you're my hero for the day.
you're my hero for the day.
Anonymous
4th Nov 2011 3:59pm
Parents everywhere will no doubt empathise with this poem and feel it in their guts. Readers like me will recognise a profound sense of pain and confusion, something we all experience, and a love determined to remain stronger. There's a lot of negative feeling here but no self-pity spoils the mood. Thanks for the read, Pierre. This is poetry as it should be, beautiful and touching.
9th May 2012 9:34am
I believe that children need to know that their parents are fallible. I think this is the cry of every parent, and you captured it torturously well. It is clear that through all that the future holds, he will know that he is loved.
1st Jul 2013 2:50am
I've known you for a long time and fatherhood is a troubling beautiful thing. I love you and your wonderful family brother
