Goodbye my son
The blood may be thicker
Than the water
But blood was colder than it oughta
Be.
Goodbye my son
I may meet you
In a queue for a supermarket
Ten years from now
Just a flash behind the eyes,
That’s my dad.
There were no goodbyes
And the checkout is waiting
Cornflakes, detergent
Urgent.
Cheerio my son
Trolly with a wonky wheel
Won’t kill
You.
You look like your mother.
I see you back on the swing
Innocent, mouth wide
Knew what made you happy
For a while
Pushing you toward
the afternoon sun
Turned the saddest day
To fun.
I watch you walk away
Through the car park
Head covered by your grey hood
For good.
Goodbye my son.