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your own kids
your own kids they do not remember what they put you through:
right now when they are grown they dont show no respect to you:
as a father all you did for them every day now they remember not:
all the years they were growing up they seem to have forgot:
as a father this is my greatest pain:
instead of respect from my own kids i get shame:
they tell me now that they are all grown-how bad of a dad i was way back then:
they say the love and respect toward me there father has only been pretend:
i look at old photos of the kids when they were small:
i think to myself that i did my very best i gave it my all:
they have all turned on me bad:
it leaves me so profoundly low and sad:
my lifes achievement was to be a very proud father of eight:
i never dreamed my own kids would grow up and to there dad hate:
maybe i did not do everything as a father just perfectly right:
but i prayed everyday for god to be my guiding light:
when i speak to my own kids they talk over me-they do noy hear what i say:
they care not to listen to my words they want to do it there own way:
with my children of seven and christina anne up in heaven:
i remember as a kid i wanted to be like my grandpa and have children of ten:
now i think back and i do not know anything different that i could have did:
i really did my best to raise every kid:
it is so so easy for my kids now to pass judgement on me and put me down:
but me with raising seven kids i have been fighting for a long time then my kids with no kids of there own have not even started the first round:
ONLY MY SON JOEY-WHO NOW HAS CHILDREN OF THREE:
ONLY MY SON JOEY CAN UNDERSTAND AND RELATE TO ME:
now i realize for these kids that my best as a father was just not good enough:
now they do not need there dad -they now stand so confident -independant-and tough:
at age 21y fatherhood only lasted one shart day:
then god took our baby christina anne to heaven away:
that was my deepest and darkest day:
i was left devastated in every way:
when i became a father again and again and again--seven times more:
i felt the fatherly love so precious and pure from all my children for sure:
as there father my pure love for my children will never change:
but them as they grew from me there dad --they became estranged:
as they all grew they pushed me far away and in my home they did not want to stay:
when they grew up they wanted to do things against me and there own way:
every breath that i take god knows me for my children i constantly pray:
my prayer is that god will hold and keep them all close to each other and guide there way:
as a boy of 12 years old-i only wanted to be like my grandpa a nd be a father of ten:
that has been my dream since i was a boy growing up in minnesota way back then:
my mother she would always say--never give up on your owm children --but as a parent firmly hold your ground:
then she would always say--one day they will all learn and come around:
to kids they will never understand the responsibilities and challenges and the commitment of being a parent until they have children of there own:
then and only then when they become a parent will everything become full circle and known:
01--may--2010
by john d. jungers
right now when they are grown they dont show no respect to you:
as a father all you did for them every day now they remember not:
all the years they were growing up they seem to have forgot:
as a father this is my greatest pain:
instead of respect from my own kids i get shame:
they tell me now that they are all grown-how bad of a dad i was way back then:
they say the love and respect toward me there father has only been pretend:
i look at old photos of the kids when they were small:
i think to myself that i did my very best i gave it my all:
they have all turned on me bad:
it leaves me so profoundly low and sad:
my lifes achievement was to be a very proud father of eight:
i never dreamed my own kids would grow up and to there dad hate:
maybe i did not do everything as a father just perfectly right:
but i prayed everyday for god to be my guiding light:
when i speak to my own kids they talk over me-they do noy hear what i say:
they care not to listen to my words they want to do it there own way:
with my children of seven and christina anne up in heaven:
i remember as a kid i wanted to be like my grandpa and have children of ten:
now i think back and i do not know anything different that i could have did:
i really did my best to raise every kid:
it is so so easy for my kids now to pass judgement on me and put me down:
but me with raising seven kids i have been fighting for a long time then my kids with no kids of there own have not even started the first round:
ONLY MY SON JOEY-WHO NOW HAS CHILDREN OF THREE:
ONLY MY SON JOEY CAN UNDERSTAND AND RELATE TO ME:
now i realize for these kids that my best as a father was just not good enough:
now they do not need there dad -they now stand so confident -independant-and tough:
at age 21y fatherhood only lasted one shart day:
then god took our baby christina anne to heaven away:
that was my deepest and darkest day:
i was left devastated in every way:
when i became a father again and again and again--seven times more:
i felt the fatherly love so precious and pure from all my children for sure:
as there father my pure love for my children will never change:
but them as they grew from me there dad --they became estranged:
as they all grew they pushed me far away and in my home they did not want to stay:
when they grew up they wanted to do things against me and there own way:
every breath that i take god knows me for my children i constantly pray:
my prayer is that god will hold and keep them all close to each other and guide there way:
as a boy of 12 years old-i only wanted to be like my grandpa a nd be a father of ten:
that has been my dream since i was a boy growing up in minnesota way back then:
my mother she would always say--never give up on your owm children --but as a parent firmly hold your ground:
then she would always say--one day they will all learn and come around:
to kids they will never understand the responsibilities and challenges and the commitment of being a parent until they have children of there own:
then and only then when they become a parent will everything become full circle and known:
01--may--2010
by john d. jungers
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