You will never know what you have meant to me
22 years I have been a father
I would not swap you three for anything
We are all different
Have different destinies & hard choices
Yet we are the same
We have all been touched by the same brush of our existence
both bright and sombre colours
rough textured and smooth
We cannot escape the canvas nor the artists hand
that creates beauty out of chaos
Forgive my part in that chaos
Thankyou for all you have taught me
Grossly inadequate, I have loved you
and will forever
to my last heartbeat
and breath
© Blind Poet 2008
My beautiful children
NB: So what inspired this outpouring.
Rachel is leaving the country to start her big adventure
and as a parent you just know this moments out there
and coming, its a great moment
BUT
I am not good at goodbyes anymore
I am a blind poet after all
I cried. And want to borrow the words, for they are the same as the ones written in my heart for my own children.