Dad Terrible'

My child walked in for a hug
being busy I shooed him away
He came to me for problems in math
But I had no time for him today

His fevers were left unattended
For I had no time for him then
His illness was an inconvenience
Get well soon, I even threatened

I constantly let him know
for his sake I worked all those hours
so that he could a lead life comfortable
and our relationship quickly soured

I mistook his silence for immaturity
the hurt, it escaped my eyes
How could a child even comprehend?
It wasn't on purpose that I denied

The End

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