Leaving Home
For this week's Saturday Rhymers theme: Leaving Home.
When I go back and stay at my Dad’s place,
It’s great, but it’s no longer home.
I struggle to get my own kids off to sleep
In the room that I once called my own.
They watch cartoons, just as I did
Two sofas, three tellys ago.
So much is the same, yet so much has changed,
Though I try hard to not let it show.
Grandad plays lego and trains with the kids
I love it that they have such fun
And after their bedtime we sit and drink wine
And sometimes we talk about Mum.
<Deleted User> (18474)
Tue 13th Nov 2018 07:22
Really love this poem Becky.
You and your children are lucky to have your Dad, and spend quality time together.
It's very Sad you lost your Mum at and age when you need her very much indeed. I am very sorry.
You have captured everything in the poem so brilliantly. It's so warm sentimental, happy warm and safe. The sadness at the end, tempered with the mutual support and love between Dad, and daughter, was beautifully phased.
I welled up a bit.
Thanks Becky.
Beno.
I am going to try and read more of your stuff.