mon garçon

sometimes I miss my son
even before the day has begun
when I wake up the pillow is wet
I cant remember when I got upset

at the times I remind myself when sad
for your own ego impatience is bad
small boys are fragile need good care
I am a father who was never there

when he grows up a fine young man
we could be friends if we can
till then we continue these strange ways
daddy loves you so much away he stays


Author: Ajay Ohri

3 thoughts on “mon garçon”

  1. Just so beautiful, he will love to read all these poems when he grows older. He will know the truth he will know that maybe you were not there in body but you were always there in spirit and that is what counts…… small comfort I know but never the less true.

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