I want to give a shout out today for all the Dads out there. I did not know my father. My mother left him when I was six months old for what many would consider dereliction of duty. He just wouldn’t work and take care of the family. So my mother got the hell out of Dodge and never looked back.
In all the years after that, not once did he make an effort to contact me. I heard from my older brothers that my mother had refused to let him see me. But even as an adult, he never gave the old college try. And I can’t see my mother refusing him from seeing me.
So fathers, Dads, have always been a mystery to me. But I think they are mysteries to those who have Dads.
Anyway I have two poems and two songs here that celebrate children’s relationships with their fathers. The first is Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays”.
The second is Seamus Heaney’s “Digging”:
Here is Dougie Maclean’s “Scythe Song“:
And finally Cat Stevens’ “Father and Son”:
Happy Father’s Day, y’all.