(image courtesy of www.AnneGeddes.com)
.. is not that...
We never went out fishing together,
We never played Captain Oh Captain,
We never saw each other growing older.
Because,
We did play together All of Us children,
We little ones on your back taking turns,
We going out to the Beach and the Bush.
The hardest thing yet is that...
We had You only for a short while,
and You Loved Us and We Loved You,
only for a little, briefest of times.
We Love You still
We never went out fishing together,
We never played Captain Oh Captain,
We never saw each other growing older.
Because,
We did play together All of Us children,
We little ones on your back taking turns,
We going out to the Beach and the Bush.
The hardest thing yet is that...
We had You only for a short while,
and You Loved Us and We Loved You,
only for a little, briefest of times.
We Love You still
and always will,
We grieve too still,
We grieve too still,
for all of these 30+ odd years
Now... and Forever still
But The Hardest Thing Of It All is that...
You are only a Black & White picture now,
I neither remember your voice, your smell
nor the sound of your laughter, or sadness
or the remembrance of you alive and well.
I Miss You Now More Than Ever,
Your sound advice, Your reproach,
Your comfort, Your encouragement
and Most Of All, hearing you say...
My Son, I'm proud of you....
Now... and Forever still
But The Hardest Thing Of It All is that...
You are only a Black & White picture now,
I neither remember your voice, your smell
nor the sound of your laughter, or sadness
or the remembrance of you alive and well.
I Miss You Now More Than Ever,
Your sound advice, Your reproach,
Your comfort, Your encouragement
and Most Of All, hearing you say...
My Son, I'm proud of you....
Sommer B. In't Veld © 2005