Verses of Love

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I went to a family concert and nearly cried the whole time. Sang the songs of an artist my children enjoyed their entire life, particularly my 18-year-old son. I felt the holes a father couldn’t fill as the stranger’s words made them feel at home.

I wondered if they believed I did the right things. If they understood the love, I worked to give. Or if they focus on disappointment when my sacrifices didn’t deliver and make every day feel like Christmas.

I kept my eyes closed to drown myself in the moment. They go fast as life carries on, with a flood of distractions, and a father’s needs are the heaviest ones.

Listening to the voice that remains precious to my young, his words express peace, love, fairness, equality, and action. Blacks and Irish have always had an interesting brotherhood. I never imagined Hozier would take me to church, make me feel I needed to do more, be more, and know more about my children.

I thought I preferred, or at least didn’t mind being alone, until I realized I was making my love unknown.

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