My mind goes back, my heart is torn

Remembering that walk so long ago

In this same field in between the rows

The heaviness, just before you were born

Your dad and I in the soft light of dawn

The sun was rising as we walked along

The music was playing; it was playing our song

The conversation was light until it was not

Sweat formed on my brow; I began to feel hot

The words thick and fast as I froze on the spot

The pain is still raw; the exact words I forgot

We managed to make it back into the car

We sped towards the hills; it wasn’t very far

Your dad grabbed his things, within minutes he was gone

And I’ve raised you alone from that moment on

So now you have the story, my darling son you see

There really was a time when our family was a three

Though since you were born, it’s just been you and me

That walk in the cornfield, the beginning of the end

The rift from that day, that never was to mend

255am Friday January 15