My Father’s Tears
My father’s tears fell on my face
as I stepped out into the gray
of this January day.
I felt my own tears join with his;
I heard his voice whisper in my ear
with none of its usual comfort,
“I never dreamed it could come to this–
This is not what I bled for.”
For one instant, I was glad
my father was not alive to see this day,
when every truth he fought for
has been tossed to the curb,
trampled under self-serving rhetoric
and the furor of those who refuse to see.
But my father’s tears fell on my face
and I felt his heart breaking.
Inauguration Day, January 2017
~Elise Skidmore ©2017
Damn Elise you made me cry..
At least we weep together.
Thank you for reacting to this one, though somehow I knew you would see it and understand. Hugs.
My Dad would be crying too..as well as myself over our country..We are a Blessed nation and we have taken God out of everything ..We need to Pray for our country..Big Time.
Thank you, Dawn. In a strange and sad way, I think it’s comforting to know we are not alone in a world that seems to have gone mad.
Extremely powerful and sadly entirely true.
Thank you, Alan. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been and how you’re doing, so I’m very happy to see you again, even if it is a sad poem that brought you out of the woodwork.
Elise , this poem is so sad .
Thank you, Rosemary. Unfortunately, that sadness lingers a lot these days.
PS-I’m glad you finally managed to get your post through. 🙂