Our Father



I was allowed to move about freely
One day my father noticed me
as I was walking around
He called my name

I came towards him
He was so happy to see me
We embraced and he began to cry
He had a piece of bread which he gave to me

My father looked like a corpse
This powerful man
whom I had so respected
seemed a skeleton of his former self

He was beaten and powerless
I felt uncomfortable being with him
I made an excuse that I had to go back
and I left him standing there looking after me

I could not allow myself to feel any concern or care
even for the father whom I so loved
He had become a burden that I did not want to take on
He was no longer of any possible use to me

This incident has haunted me my whole life
How could I leave my father there to die?
Many explanations have been given
None are satisfactory

My father would forgive me  - I know that
Uppermost in his mind was the desire to save me
But since that moment I have never been able to love