My Father, Myself, My Son
We’re all but three, we’re one
I’m sorry for your pain I swear
But as a child was unaware
That all your pain was my despair
I should have told you long
I do respect the love you show
Though love it was, I thought not
But now my boy has taught a lot
And what is now so plain to see
It’s just the best you want for me.
I love you Dad, I’m sorry.
And to my boy, I love you too
I only wish to be the same for you.
Thank God it’s not too late to let you know. XXX
A small collection of old writing done a long time ago.