THE MISSING YEARS...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Sep 13, 2017

"I'd love to be in a pub with you dad, enjoying a pint or two,
just to sit, and ask some questions dad, and share precious time with you.
I'd ask you why you left me dad? tell me why did you have to go?
Didn't I mean anything to you dad? Be honest, I'd really like to know.
Did you ever wonder about me dad? as the years rolled slowly on,
didn't you sometimes stop to think dad? what was happening to your son.
As I grew into my teens dad, I needed someone like you,
to put a guiding arm around me dad, and advise me what to do.
Eventually I met a lovely girl dad, she agreed to be my wife,
I could've done with some advice dad, to guide me through my life.
I was blessed with two lovely daughters dad, but I never did have a son,
I showered them both with love dad, that's something that you never done.
I'm glad I had this talk dad, let's raise our glasses, and say cheers!
let's both think about the "might have beens" dad, and toast to the missing years."

 

Tags: Sad, Rhyme, Pain, Wishful, Deep,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Sep 21, 2017 at 11:24pm
This poem brings a tear to my eyes Frank, there is a TV show currently on air over here called "Look me in the eye" and many that appeared on it had very similar questions to yours, some resolved their issues but, sadly a few didn't, you started the healing process when you shared this emotional write.
Frank Hornby . commented on Sep 22, 2017 at 12:35pm
Thank you Cecilia....there is also a tv program here called " Long lost family's,".....never fails to choke me up.......I researched, and found he'd died in 1985 on your side of the world in Aukland, New Zealand......it looks like he wanted to be as far away from Mum, and me, as he possibly could.......I'll never know why....thanks again lovely Cecilia.......
Ellen early commented on Sep 23, 2017 at 2:54am
This gave me goosebumps, your a good son even if he was an absent dad. Love the rhyme, touched my heart
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 07, 2017 at 2:04pm
Lovely poem Frank.Very positive attitude in forgiving and not holding a grudge.
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 07, 2017 at 6:35pm
Thanks Ellen, thanks Chris.....questions will never be answered......he died over 30 yrs ago.....my search traced him to New Zealand.....he died an alcoholic...sadly.....
George Griffiths commented on Jun 05, 2018 at 11:15am
this is touching, it teared me up and i felt the emotion. great work well done ;)
Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 06, 2018 at 9:04am
Thanks for the nice comment George....👍🏻

 

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