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My Dad?

Are you the man you want to be?

The following is a poem that I wrote during a very emotional moment. The words poored out of me as my body was shaking, and my seemingly endless flow of tears rolled down my face. It was a defining moment of truth for me.

This was the beginning of my healing. The beginning of seeing my dad through his eyes.

Being a man and what it means is "EXTREMELY IMPORTANT" for me.

What does it mean for you?
Do you feel men are really giving themselves a fair shake?

Could the MyDad™ program work?

MyDad™ is a program I have wanted to do and it is based on, at least in part, the question; how does a man, with little dad connection, turn around and be the dad he would have wanted for himself?

Picture a community of men coming together to support each other in redefining their lives.

Breaking the stereo typical model...

Breaking the stereo typical model of the "emotionless," "aggressive," "do it my way," "I am the supporter" shell of a person.

The empty shell of a man!

If your a man do you ever find yourself "looking for an answer," or "a way out" as you struggle with the sometimes "overwhelming feeling of responsibility?"

Do you ever just want to "spend time with YOUR CHILDREN?"

Have you forgotten that your wife was once a friend?

Do you ever find yourself with the sour aftertaste of being the main source of disipline?

Bottomline, as a man do you ever find yourself feeling "ABSENT" from "LIFE?"

Let me know if this is something you feel would be of value for you and the men you know. I want to give men a choice in their life!

Here is my poem, let your tears roll, tears are real and natural and the words I share are from my heart.

As a man I know I deserve so much more, and so do my sons and daughter.

Do you feel the same?

Read on:

A Separation

I speak of a bond,
Knowing in my heart it must be.
Yet,
Never will I feel this bond,
This I fear.

I am of age now,
With greater understanding.
Yet,
I know,
No matter how great my success,
My success in life,
This void can only be filled by one.

He left with words,
Words,
Words reflecting someone else's view.
Yet,
Not once,
Reflecting on what had come to past.
A colored view perhaps,
A view none the less,
One to allow him to move on,
Move on from the past.

The scars,
As if canyons were opened.
And now,
Time acts as the wind and rain,
Constantly exposing the earth,
Beneath her covered surface.
Yet,
While we could not move enough mountains,
So, as to fill these canyons,
My scars,
My pain,
Might be filled,
By the simplest of things.

A warm embrace,
Perhaps more than one.
A touch,
A touch to say I am O.K.
A look,
A look to say,
Maybe,
Just maybe,
I am the son,
The son he always wanted.

And finally,
A tear,
As if to say,
Just how much,
How much I really was missed,
And maybe even needed,
Needed at those many moments of despair.
For I know,
It is because of him,
Because of him I am here,
And to think that life could truly be,
As one alone,
Is to be a fool.

It is said,
Said that life begins,
Alone,
And that life ends,
Alone.
Yet,
Now I know,
Life is much to the contrary,
For I know,
That we could not exist without one another.

Yet,
I speak not of this,
For it is my being that cries,
My soul that weeps,
It is my soul,
My soul that can never be complete,
Without this,
The love,
The love of both him and her.

And to think,
To think I may never know,
I may never know this completeness.

Yet,
I will always love you,
I love you DAD.

By James B Smith 1991

With love,

James

405-521-8609
James at ALifeOfPossibility dot com

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