The Irony of Love

My son

My own

Love is my emotion

Guiding my motion
Across the Ocean

I have to go

You don't want to let me go

I note the look in the eyes you bear

My heartaches to see you tear

I have to be daddy in the plain

But my eyes well with tears in the plane

No, don't think daddy don't love you son

Daddy knows the game will be won

Mama tells me you don't want to eat

You put me under heat

Nor watch television

Regretting  my decision

I asked, what's up?

Mommy hangs up

Mommy tells me you're distressed.

For a while I am suppressed.

But we got to be strong, Son.

Believe me Son

It will be won

Dedicated to my sons who miss me so much and have grown up with their mum. I know I have to make sacrifices for them and many times having to stay away from home.