Johnny E. Mahaffey
FOLLY OF THE FATHER
My baby girls pulled me from the abyss,
their eyes, and hearts, wide open.
I was young.
My sons too, yearned for me.
My fatherhood to them a failure --
My worst of myself. Days became weeks,
weeks to months, months to years,
years... to... a lifetime.
All passed. Time with no relevance,
my life outside of time.
Forever to see, to know, that which
is beyond reach. Beyond repair.
I was young, the abyss strong.
Not yet myself.
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