As Fridays Come
Oh how I miss you everyday
your voice
your love
my son
'twas on a Friday
without warning
your name was called
one sunny morning
Oh how we wept
Oh how we mourned
No inkling
No ploy
as the new day dawned
afore the sunset you'd be gone
Did you know
my darling boy
the time had come
for you to go
As cruelly you were taken
too young to die
your life cut short
upon that day
so shocked
so fraught
your boy
your girl
your darling wife
and I dear son
your loving mum
Oh how we miss you still
As Fridays come we always will
Two years on since you’ve been gone
my darling son ~ my only one
I miss you every single day
Whence my time cometh
look out for me
let you and dad be first I see
Together forever ~ at last us three
Written on 28th April 2022
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2022
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