Many times when I’m alone, I dream of when we used to go
With sandwiches, out to the lake and watch the people swim
We’d laugh and play for hours, games with little meaning
Until the day had faded, then we’d pack and head for home
When you left, I felt like life was draining from my body
The endless ache of loneliness left me so forlorn
Despair would overtake me in the lonely mid night hours
If God had not been with me, I would not be here today
Often hard times make a man depend upon the Lord
And try to live his life, as God would have him to
I know he is the only hope this boy will ever have
My prayer is he will bring us back together very soon
I never will forget the first time I ever saw you
Wrapped up in a blanket, snuggled in a nurses arms
Nor the times you went to sleep, head upon my shoulder
Son, the first time you said “daddy” will ring forevermore
Often hard times make a man depend upon the Lord
And try to live his life, as God would have him to
I know he is the only hope this boy will ever have
My prayer is he will bring us back together very soon
Copyright: C R Clark July 1975
you wrote this in ' 75 I assume your son is no longer alive and that's very sad I believe you will be together someday
pouring out your heart in worship and prayer. Very well penned with rhythm and flow. CP
brilliant write.......very passionately written....I loved it. 10
A very inspirational write and what a lovely feel you have given this... Very nice flow.... bonnie
Such yearning in your soul as our children are part of us. You have described your time together skilfully and sensitively. Excellent writing. Karin Anderson
Richard, This is a beautifully written poem and very emotional. All the best to you and family. Jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly wonderful write Richard, it's like a beautiful prayer. Best wishes, Andrew