Some days I wish you would come back,
And we could sit and have a chat,
And then we’d say the things unsaid,
When you left and we were bereft.
Those things we never seemed to find the time,
To say though they were on our mind,
Those things I never said to you,
The things I somehow hoped you knew.
I’d pay a king’s ransom now to hear,
You talk about a son that’s dear,
A son who made you proud and glad,
To be the one that he called dad.
You could provide me with advice,
On how I could live my life,
You’d be the anchor when things are tough,
When life is hard and things are rough.
Somehow I know you’ll always be,
Right there to help and comfort me,
Although now I cannot feel your touch,
I know you loved me so very much.
(5th March 2010)
