Where does the time go?
He’s not here having a moan
I rather hear his east end voice.. tell me off… yes, that kind of groan.
You want them here, but you know God takes them to a place of rest
I know I didn’t want him in anymore pain, the heavens is where his spirit can be at best.
I visited his childhood home alone
A time to talk to Dad, as tears hits the cheek near my eye,
He is laughing at me, saying: “silly sod you don’t need to cry..”
The time will pass and one day our paths shall meet
I know he will be waiting up in the heavens with his cup black coffee with sugars inside…
Yesterday’s childhood dream was the place to visit as I can feel his hug with arms open wide.
“2 years and counting since the sod left… miss you Dad.”
Jason
18th May 2025
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