Take The Time

Take The Time




For so many years, growing up was painful for me.

I always felt alone.

My father never had time for me, even if he did

We never talked.



To me, he was simply the enforcer who never let up.

How could I talk to him?

He never understood what I was going through

He never tried.



To him, I was merely a child who didn’t understand

The pressures he had.

All I cared about was girls and football.

How could he talk to me?



On a daily basis we only saw each other in passing.

The words I love you didn’t exist.

We were never together, I had my friends he had work.

We never had time.



Suddenly something magical happened,

Neither of us could avoid.

He needed help on a project and I was the only one there.

What choice did we have?



We were forced to actually communicate.

Then we discovered something,

We weren’t the people we thought each other to be.

We could actually laugh together.



Somehow, we didn’t seem so different anymore.

Finally, we were father and son.

From that day on both of our lives had changed,

The gap between us was gone.



Now my father has passed on.

I will always be grateful for the time we spent.

Getting to know each other,

While learning the value of “family”.