Dear Son Martin

Why did I not tell you, I love you, more often?
Why did I not tell you, how proud I am of you?
Why do we wait when there is love to bestow?
Why did I let the unessential things,
crowd out my time, until you were gone?
Now all I have is my memory of you
and regrets of things I could have, but did not do,
to make your life happier and lighter.
I am sorry for the times I failed you.
I am sorry for the times I was not there.
But even now son you are teaching me.
And by the grace of my Father in Heaven
I will become a better father because of you.
Dear Martin, I miss you.
I love you. Dad