I wrote this poem while I served aboard the USS Suribachi, an Ammo ship, sometime between 1979 and 1981. I wrote this for my father and I can't remember if I shared this with him or not, but I probably did.
I wrote my father several letters throughout my younger years and he would never answer them and it hurt and he doesn't know how bad that hurt, because I loved him, and he does not know how much I loved him.
My father did some things that were wrong and my dad had a lot of bad things done to him and I always thought him to be a good man, but like most of us, a sin that cannot allow to rule us, he could not admit that he did anything wrong, he could not say he was sorry. Two words (I'm sorry) that could have changed everything I believed. No, what my father did was first claim that he was an alcoholic and did things he couldn't help, and then it was allergies, and lastly he claimed to be manic depressive and it was just a couple years after that he died of a lung disease he never knew he had. I had already disowned him, because he was always judging me when he should have been telling me he was sorry. When I visited him he felt he had to read the bible to me hoping that I too would go to heaven. That's the way it works, when you do something wrong to another and you cannot admit that you did anything wrong, you will then turn it around in your defense and pretend that the other person was wrong.
After my father died, I had a dream that he was calling me on the telephone telling me I had to be more forgiving. And I almost fell for it, praying to God I said, you know my dad might be right and then it occurred to me, wait a minute, why am I wrong, he is the one who hasn't apologized, you can't forgive someone until they say they are sorry.
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