Moon River

I waited long that day in June when you said you’d be back by noon, but more hours passed... so tense and slow and why she cried I didn’t know. “Don’t worry mum, he’ll be home soon” The wireless aired your fav'rite tune about the river and the moon; my silent tears began to flow. I waited long… …that night in June, on desert’s dune your love for me lay torn and strewn. Without a word you chose to go and not return to see me grow, yet still I yearned your safe cocoon… ...I waited long. ** I was four years old when my dad left. Forty years on I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. He didn't make any contact until 20 years later... too little, too late. He passed away a few years ago, but I couldn't bring myself to attend his funeral.