Missing Archie Poem by Phil Soar

I struggle in missing him three tiems a week
I feel myself welling up, each time we speak
Through windows of solitude, a distance apart
Tears stinging my eyes, when we have to depart

The moments I've treasured, seem distant somehow
I'm wondering if he is missing me now
And through the small hours, the night seems so long
Does he think that maybe he's done something wrong

We all know that children can make a day full
No matter the reason, the days are not dull
Resilience fills every fibre they hold
We should all be united before he's too old