To Paul Walker and Tata Mandela

I am not good at goodbyes
Nor giving answers to many whys
But at times one has to face life
A child, a husband or even a wife
Most lives influenced by a few shining stars
Some are shooting stars, they shine so bright
And then in a flash they are out of sight

Keeping my child in the right narrow path
When all he's owned and known he had to depart
A tender age I expected to not be able to relate
With my thoughts and dreams unfulfilled, too late
A tender mind I expected to fail to see or understand
Emotional battering his mother had to for years withstand
To keep it all in his young heart; to grasp I simple failed

The boy who had the most to the boy with the least amongst friends
Frequent Overseas trips turned to just having fish and chips
Parties and shopping galore to none at all
From having all the space to dimly lit two bedroom place
From branded stores to shopping at the salvation Army's store
I expected hatred, anger from him for taking away his toys
But not one single word of complaint I heard from my boy

Seven years of not having much at all
As I and my boy struggled to keep standing tall
There were moments himself locked in his little world
My concerns, my fears I should watch him I was told
Thursday evenings, TV dinners and Paul Walker's films
Bonding, laughing, cheering like we've no problems we'd sing
Together as my boy shares his thoughts, his true nature rings

His passion for speed and cars at first got him a job
One he preferred doing so he ditched his modelling job
But after a year I am glad his passion now toned down
Still each time "Fast and Furious" is on the big screen
Mother and child came together as if it was Christmas
In his eyes Paul Walker like the star he was shines bright
I'm just grateful he was there for my boy to look at!



NB I had to cut the poem into two parts as I have gone over the word limit...
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