A Better Son

And every night, when he is asleep,

I look at his face,

Which shows all the scars he carries,

All the sacrifices he made,

For me and the family,

I know it's easy to blame him,

For not understanding, 

For expecting too much,

And yet I see him carrying so much himself,

I feel like hugging him hard,

And sometimes I do,

As tears flow through my eyes,

Realizing what a disappointment I have been.

I want to bring him a smile,

And make him proud,

But I am hopeless,

So I just cry.

I hug him in the nights,

When he is asleep,

Because it's hard in the light,

To show him my teary eyes,

My broken soul and my love for him,

I just try taking that warmth,

So pure and far from the malice of this world,

And every time I do

I sigh,

Oh, father, I know,

I could have been a better son.