Postgraduate

It rained the day we dropped you off
like it did on that emerald Isle the day you came,
your mother unpacked and flitted about you
I drove and cursed the sat-nav.

Forgetting how long our road to here had been
un-charted and un-plotted,
I silently cursed my absent fatherhood
and died a bit inside.

Our goodbye hug was a Mandela type thing,
“Long walk to freedom”
so there you go boy
there lies your path ahead,

we’ll leave you here and head back
our road now retreats from this point,
keep your eyes on the Sun
and don’t look back.

Never look back.

We loved you all we could Son,
I’m sorry.

I love you.

2 thoughts on “Postgraduate

  1. As you know I have seen this one before. Love this one David. All the trials and tribulations of fatherhood and the never ending question ‘did I do all I could?’

    Great poem David.

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