I
love my son,
But
he lives in London,
I
miss him
As
he is near and dear kin:
We
fell out
And
I did scream and shout,
I
wasn’t well,
Under
a mental, cursed spell.
For
years now
We
haven’t had one row,
I
am now sane
And
am sorry for being a pain.
He
is my pal
And
we met at Ron’s funeral.
©
Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
It's difficult to be living apart from the people we love. I live a long way from my family members, and it gets harder every year. I'm glad that you and your son are in a better place now, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteThank you Louise, for your kind sentiments. It is a shame when you live so far apart from your loved ones! Sorry you experience a different, but similar grief! I fell out with most of my family when I was last unwell, but they understand and soon forgave my negative behaviour! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteIt's sad when an offspring lives away, my son lives in Spain so can relate to how you feel.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Yes, it is sad and I feel for you! Blessings to you.
DeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.