I miss having to buy a card,
I miss having to think what to say,
I miss phoning you to let you know
You’re special on Fathers’ Day.
I missed the last two years of your life,
I missed your mind that was once so vast,
I missed the talks and ideas we’d have
As the father I knew was sinking fast.
But I couldn’t help, I could only watch,
As your mind was snatched, a little each day,
There was nothing left in the end, just a shell,
I miss having to think what to say.
Happy Fathers’ Day…wherever you are.
Lovely!
Thanks Tony. I think there are sadly a few of us out there.