This is my 800th published post, and I want to dedicate it to my dear son.
I needed to write this, I need to be strong,
I’m struggling with the words while you are gone.
I miss my alarm call, you singing in bed,
Or the way you rattle the gate and shout instead.
Stroking your golden hair, just like mine at your age,
I miss the way that you talk, and how you engage.
The way that you dance, the way that you giggle,
When you get bored of hugs, you push away with a wriggle.
I know that you’re happy, safe and secure,
I miss you dear son, I want to see you much more.
The Hangouts are great, they just have to do,
Not many words can be spoken, you’ve only turned two.
You show me your ‘nee-nors’ and how you have fun,
Giggle at your sister, and stick out your tongue.
I often stand in your bedroom, you’re no longer there,
Toys gathering dust, it hardly feels fair.
I want to drive and collect you, bring you home to me,
I know that I can’t, this is how it has to be.
It’s a matter of weeks, each feels like a year,
Till you’re back with me, and your sister here.
You’ll have grown in that time, and changed so much,
I hate that you’re gone, and we’re so out of touch.
I love you dear son, never think that I don’t,
I’ll never give up on you, I promise I won’t.
Things have been bad with me and your Mum,
No matter how it turns out, you’re still my dear son.
Can’t wait to hug you, kiss you and resume what we had,
I’m always here for you,
Lot of love,
Your daft, silly Dad.
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