My son, I left you far too soon, Too early to see you walk, Before the first burble of baby talk, But even then I somehow knew you. I almost tottered down the driveway, Bags heavier than my heart momentarily The sunrise a sunset of our last day, I could not bear to say goodbye. I left a failed husband, In the hope I’d still be a father, But for you and me sadly, Time’s lost memory left us apart. Even in those first few months, We were really father and son, As I knew when I held you, When you cried, coped and stopped. And now it’s fourteen years on, I still have my imperfect words, And may find those few more, That would comfort in the years that matter. But what was hidden from view Was that I lost my life saving you, A marriage sacrificed to be sure, Perhaps a son’s love will return once more?