So Painful

 

 

It isn’t,

It isn’t,

It just isn’t the written word that goes unsaid,

It isn’t the fact that you are missing,

It isn’t that I have had no word from you,

It isn’t the three feet tall you have always been,

It isn’t that I do not think of my first born,

What it is, is every word of pain in not knowing who you are,

It is the lack of feeling by a system that makes fathers,

Surplus to requirement,

It is the selfishness of others,

But most of all,

It will always be,

The father that sheds his tears,

For the love that’s never allowed to say hello.

 

Michael J Waite.

 

You are always in my heart son!