My Father

by Marie Vonow (follow)

My Father

Seen through the eyes of a young girl
He could do no wrong,
As we shared a special day out-
Catching the train, laughing at the pigeons,
Visiting his city friends
And eating king prawns at the beach.

Seen through the eyes of a teenager
He could do no right,
As we shared no common ground-
Disagreeing when we spoke,
He criticised my music and friends
And failed to understand me.

Seen through the eyes of an adult
He was neither right nor wrong,
Just doing the best he could
At the time, under the circumstances,
Just as I do now,
Now that I am a parent myself.

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