Death is light as a feather.
Duty is heavier than mountains.
I fear the loss of my father.
I fear the fall of a hero.
Carrying my father to his grave.
He will lay light as a feather.
Carrying him will be heavy as a mountain.
Yet
My death is heavier than mountains.
Not light as a feather.
Living for my son is my duty.
If duty is heavier than mountains…
I will never be light as a feather.
Ironic.
Just how it is.
I am not a super religious man. I am a believer in this title, Love is GOD.
I was raised to be Christian in the south. People take it VERY serious in the Bible Belt. So when I opened up and finally told my family those are not my beliefs. My mom cried.
See if you are not from the south, you are USUALLY taught to fear God. That’s not the life I choose to live. I believe that Love is God. That if you are a good person you get to what some describe as “pearly gates”
That’s why I put it on myself to occasionally stop on the “broken” pages. So if I ever pop on your sad poem, if I pop up on your “coming out” post, or anything relevant that I feel you needed to hear it. You more than likely got a comment from me telling you dad loves you.
Dads can be some of the harshest critics. They can be some of the most unaccepting. Some can even be the complete opposite.
So whether you came across this randomly. Or I kind of brought you here.
Dad loves you.
And I’m always here for you.
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