Grieving Fathers – a Poem

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As Father’s Day approaches I wanted to share a poem I wrote about men in grief. ┬áThe strong and silent grief that bears the weight of supporting a fractured family. ┬áThe grief that rarely speaks, but is just as important, just as real and just as painful as the grief of a mother.

 

 

A Baby and His Daddy

It’s very early morning,
The clock is nearing one,
And the tears are finally falling,
For himself and for his son.

The girl beside him sleeps,
He doesn’t want to wake her,
For when the morning breaks,
The grief may overtake her.

In these still and silent hours,
He can let himself feel,
He can let himself be broken,
He can start to heal.

For those still and silent hours,
Before the sun lights up the sky,
Belong to a baby and his daddy,
The time that he can finally cry.

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