A Poem for David
Eight years have passed since you were Born
I've Loved you all that time Alone
With all my thoughts of Joy and Grief
Soft tears to sooth me off to sleep
To Dream of You and hold you close
And feel the touch I've missed the most
A touch still there in Altered Sphere
(I often sense you standing near)
Now time has run
The time has come
(for time means nothing to the young)
You must get up now
Out of bed
Go on get dressed
(you sleepyhead)
Put on your clothes all shining too
With every colour
Every Hue
Pick up your books and learning things
It's time for school my little King
To meet and learn things Wonderous New
(back home for tea and cuddles too)
So off you go
First day at school
(at least obey new Heaven's rule)
To see such wonder
Joys untold
(I'll meet you there when I am old)
You'll see me standing at the gate
In sunlight waiting
Don't be late
You'll run to me with clothes awry
Your smile much brighter than the sky
You'll lead me in
My David James
And then I'll learn our other names
~
The ball you threw whilst playing in the park
has not yet reached the ground ~ Dylan Thomas
