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

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      1. My Dad would be crying 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.

    1. 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.