Looking out at the ripe field of corn
My mind goes back, my heart is torn
Remembering that walk so long ago
In this same field in between the rows
The heaviness, just before you were born
Your dad and I in the soft light of dawn
The sun was rising as we walked along
The music was playing; it was playing our song
The conversation was light until it was not
Sweat formed on my brow; I began to feel hot
The words thick and fast as I froze on the spot
The pain is still raw; the exact words I forgot
We managed to make it back into the car
We sped towards the hills; it wasn’t very far
Your dad grabbed his things, within minutes he was gone
And I’ve raised you alone from that moment on
So now you have the story, my darling son you see
There really was a time when our family was a three
Though since you were born, it’s just been you and me
That walk in the cornfield, the beginning of the end
The rift from that day, that never was to mend
255am Friday January 15
123am Sunday January 17, 2021