Afternoon my Gorgeous Boy,
I was thinking about you yesterday, as I always do. I would love to see you, but I cant get to you. I am not allowed to see you. It has been six months now since Jesse and I were allowed to visit you for the day. We went to zoo down there, and had such a wonderful time.
I wanted it not to end, but alas it did and I am back here, and you are back there and I miss you.
I wrote a poem a while ago, while watching a Mum walk along with her child. I hope you like it, and one day understand that I wanted to, and want to be a great Dad for you.
"He chatters away walking three feet behind, "Mum, Mum, Mum,"
She strides off ahead, so many thoughts in her mind, hum, drum, hum.
Only a month before she waited on his first word, when will it come?
Now he's talking away and barely heard, listen to your son.
The years will run by and those words will be lost, never to return,
If she captured then now and treasured there sound, her love he would learn.
"And Billy said that, and Johnny said this, can I go for a ride today?"
More than words that are said, there's a cry in the tone "Mum listen to me."
All it takes is a turn, and the catch of an eye, and "what was that you said?"
If your to busy to listen, your too busy in life, stop and turn instead."
I love you Reefy with all my heart. Dad xxx ooo
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