19/11/2024
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My Dadโs a quiet man
Never one for tears
He doesnโt show emotion
Hasnโt done for years
He keeps his upper lip so stiff
All strong and silent type
He plays the part of โmoved onโ well
But donโt believe his hype
My Dadโs a quiet man
Because it hurts inside
The day he lost me, his child
Something in him died
He held my Mum in his strong arms
Just held her while she sobbed
Numb with shock he never spoke
While my short life was robbed
My Dadโs a quiet man
After all his private grieving
Heโs learned how to keep inside
All the pain heโs feeling
Heโs afraid to talk of me
Because the tears will well
After all this time has passed
Who could he ever tell?
My Dadโs a quiet man
And I love him so
He may have lost me one sad day
But heโs never let me go
He holds me in his big heart
Along with all his pain
And silently prays for the day
We will meet again
My Dadโs a quiet man
But if he had the chance
Heโd tell you how he loves me
How he lives life in a trance
How no-one ever asks him now
Few people ever did
And so he keeps it all inside
And never lifts the lid
My Dadโs a quiet man
Donโt mean he doesnโt think
About me, his child, every day
Still makes his kind heart sink
My Dadโs a quiet man
But heโs still my Dad, you see
Iโll always mean the world to him
He would give his world for me.
Men can be so bad at sharing emotions. Itโs how weโve been conditioned all our lives. When we are small boys and we fall over and hurt ourselves, perhaps thereโs blood, our Dad will say โNow, donโt cry, be a big boyโ and so we try to be a big boy every time we are hurting physically or emotionally and we donโt show our emotions.
The comedian Micky Flanagan, tells a joke that sums this up perfectly, he says โMy Dad was an east end hard as nails bloke, when I fell off my bike, he picked the bike up firstโ
When our baby dies, as men, we try to be big boys and not cry. We struggle to hold our emotions in and mostly say nothing which can be interpreted by bereaved mums as not caring. We actually care so much that we tear ourselves apart trying not to cry so that Mum can grieve.
This poem is from an angel baby where they explain why their Dad is a quiet man and how underneath it all he is heartbroken.