Return Of The Child Poem by ian burns

Did I lose you or where you hiding
deep in a hollow, laughing at my misery
We were once together, happy within our memories
Summers, winters, autum then spring
abiding memories that filled our days,
Now it's hard to swallow, to talk, express
of the love we once knew.
The love that only sharing can bring,
love within ourselves.
I wanted always to be the parent, be the adult
be the dictator calling for war apon the critics
you...you were always the loving grandson,
the silent child, the ever present pacifist
with courage & convictions, you won
...I wish you would return