I loved those days, him in his swing,
and those when he giggled to swim.
Hopes to play in the big boy gym,
or watch Pooh and Pig’et and sing.
Now I see him sinking, drowning,
‘neath pressure not meant his to be.
I reach out to lift the weight free,
receiving rebukes for my care.
Being told it’s not my affair,
just a father in name only.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 26 SWING.
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8 thoughts on “Long Gone – A poem.”
So sad. Well done.
Oh wow…if this is a personal story, I’m so very sorry.
A beautiful décima Ron, our children grow but we never really cut the cord do we. Even when they rebuke us for caring…we can’t help ourselves. 💜
I’m raising a son with special needs who is not my own. Every day is a challenge–support, love and strength to you sir.
A beautiful, painful tale…
so sad. Unfortunately I’ve heard it often happens that way
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