I remember a skinny kid and a smile
And the honesty of a little boy tested
Who in years to come would make a dad proud?
All fears now well rested
There was love aplenty and love amiss
As a kid you endured it all
A detached father on a roundabout
At times too scared to call
I missed the times we should have spent together
In your teenage years
Doing things that Dad’s do with sons
Facing our loves and fears
It’s been mentioned a hundred times
That perhaps things could have been better
And I reckon I denied you son
A few calls, a dollar or two and even a letter
But I’m proud today we’ve made it
And we can always be friends
Enjoy the life we have left together
Before with my passing it sadly ends