Happy Father’s days and a poem. Sins of our father..
My father fought in wars.
Killed in battle that expanded to the real world.
He was a Mexican/Ojibwa man with no place to go.
Hated for his color and race.
He demanded respect and never allow anyone to
look down at him.
His anger and violence controlled his mind and heart.
He told me. “You will get a education and make them respect you.
I won’t allow you to live my life.”
My father watched me succeed.
He told me often. “Don’t allow my sins to become your sins.
I have killed, done bad things. You must overcome the sins of
your father.”
Now I have lived a good life. “My father’s sins made me go in the right
direction. Sins of our father’s need to teach us a better way.”
He asks me once. “Remember son. You must pray for me. Children must pray for
their parent to be allow to find peace.”
I pray he is with his Soldier brother’s in paradise. Drinking to a good day. I believe a kind God forgive the sins of men lost in the turmoil of hate and prejudice.
The sin of our father’s must teach us the better road.
Coyote
5 Jan 2011
Our fathers weren’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination. We learn from their mistakes, and take the good with the bad. We are all imperfect men trying to be good fathers and sons. Nice tribute sir 🙏
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I agree my friend. When I got older. I befriended my real father. Thank you Nigel for reading and the comment.
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You’re a good child to your father. To pray for his soul, to save your own also. ~Di
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We must my friend. And my children must pray for me. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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