Son to Father

After the explaination of a poem titled 'Father to Son' (by Elizabeth Jennings) my English teacher asked me to write another poem from the perspective of the son. So here it goes:




Genre: Literature


I do not understand this man
Though he has raised me for years now
In the same house and same land
I cannot figure out just what could
Bring on his face a smile, alas
The distance we share is a couple of miles.

I do not understand this man
And why should I?
For he acts like I'm just a piece of misery
And whenever I speak, all he becomes is angry
Therefore, I will stay a distance from him
Making the ever delicate strands of our relationship even more thin.

But do I know this man?
He is, after all, my father
We can become best friends again
Walking hand in hand like we used to
And even after I find the woman of my kind
I do not think distance would ever separate our minds.

I think I know this man
And I remember him telling me
Stories of the prodigal son:
A father's unconditional love
I think that will be me now, just not literally
Because I'm on my way back, I'm on my way back home.

                          

                                              

(Afternote)

With all my guts I decide to
Take the first step as sons do
But I cannot speak, my mind's too full
So I wrote it all down on a red paper
For I remember we always wrote letters on red papers
But that was long ago, will he remember?

I walk towards his office, tiptoeing
Gently opening the door, I walk towards his table
But as I place the paper, I see another red paper
Another hand, I look up, there stands my dad!
How I reacted I do not remember
But the next moment we were in
Each other's arms sobbing, happiness only flowing.


Original poem: http://www.english-for-students.com/Father-to-Son.html
Credits: Anjana Teacher