Your Seven
Walking hand in hand
Your seven.
Wide eyes.
Big world.
Small warm hand
Reaches for and
Buries in my paw.
Mans hand, callouses and oil.
But still fists full of love.
Protection and love.
We kick leaves.
High
Golds and reds.
Asphalt coated
In browns and beauty.
The leaves fly up
Whirl and flow
Swirling
Unplanned patterns.
Stick to our shoes
As we share laughter.
Damp musty smells of comfort
And lives changing.
Dying leaves reminders of life.
Your smile pure,
Fearless and uncaring.
Hair long and windblown fair curls.
Your smiles
Become my smiles.
Your laughter is my laughter.
The churchyard calls out
With thrush and crow.
Sue waves a lollipop
At Fords and vauxhalls
Beware… children.
Our children.
Stop.
We stroll on black and white.
You see friends
Laugh and wave.
Moments I try to save.
Feel the warmth of company.
Mums dads sons daughters.
Smile laugh and wave again.
I kiss you, still can.
Your still young enough.
Goodbye.
Goodbye dad.
You run
Friends run
Run together.
You don’t look back.
Because you know
I’ll always be there.