The hardest thing I have ever done. How do you tell your son? How do you tell your son his daddies leaving? How do you tell your son there will be no more bed time stories? How do you tell your son that the world we know has come to an end? That his peddle bike we were repairing will never mend His mother had made the choice and would not bend Her love for me had gone and her feelings come to an end. Never again to be able to wake him with a kiss his first of the day Why me? Why did I have to tell him? What would I say? How do you explain to a 7 year old the actions of adults? There were no arguments, rows or exchanging insults How do you show him that the words hurting him were from my heart? These words were also destroying me and tearing me apart He would stay in his home, he would stay at his school and he would still have his mother. The only thing missing from his every day life His father, complete with broken heart but now without a wife I became a weekend dad and through all the heartache we managed to save what we had. The love of a father for his son and love of a son for his father, this we will always have. By Ray
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
This happened many moons ago and my son is now a father of 2 teenage children himself. For some reason unknown I started to think about what happened and needed to write some thing.Maybe about laying ghosts to rest.
Comments (5)
thank you for this beautiful poem
I can empathise with it's pain and sorrow.