Absent fathers

[JustBe]

I witness this
As my own, as he was
I am aware what this rift
Caused as I lived
My absent father
Was there but not
As child I witnessed
All his knots
All his weaved entangled woes
His struggles as a father glowed
As I come to know these men
Who like myself
Have hurt and bled
I realize mine as absent as he was
He stood by his roots
The life and blood
There is before me
Men lost through that strain
Protected by the mothers pain
Protected, lost to their fathers name
I see that loss
I see it’s harm
The broken fathers loving arms
Bolstered men, controlling their world
Building fronts causing much more harm
Where boys especially lose that role
Of how to be a man
Feel ‘so whole’
Mothers arms, protective strings
Take away the fathers grin
Her role she sees is what she must do
At all costs , protect his view
Protect him from that pain, that hurt
Of a broken man who she sees doesn’t deserve
To love her child, as she sees in his pain
So with all her might
She smother loves the strain
This child, this man
He loses him
The he, the man
What the masculine brings
Into him as trust and love
As the birthing of
His masculine glove
So fathers birthing, fathers,hear
Your son he needs you close and near
You provide such valuable wholeness
in those seeds
Not broken messy harmful feeds..