A father's letter


 


I often bring my baby flowers and ponder on what kind of father I would have been.

But I know that I would have been just great, my little boy would have grown up surrounded by love.

The beauty of his childhood was stolen, I will never see the man he could have been in life.

I would have taught him all that I know but would let him free to fly with his wings and mind.

When he crashed I would always be there, to pick up all the broken pieces and say: “be strong.”

Yes, I would have been a good father, to this sweet little boy who never knew what love is.

Yes, I would be there to dry all his warm tears, I wouldn’t ask him to stop crying, I would wait, holding his little soft hand, wait until he stops.

Yes, I would have waited until he was ready to tell me his pain.

I would have been a great father, yes, because I would have carried those stones, that pain, that suffering, with me.

If I only had the chance to be his father.

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