Oh Ben stop it! I was all happy from our win and now I want to cry! The way you use language and poetry to emote never fails to move me. This is a terrifying thought and not something I think a parent could survive. Love/hate it in equal measures :-) x
The first time I read this I was moved and now upon reading again I am moved I'm glad you reposted (I'm certain) we all I presume but wouldn't know that we question our parenting whether or not we're doing the right thing probably numerous times a day and you know the answer Ben, the answer is yes as we can only do our best.
In iambic tetrameter, surprise surprise, Ben (Pickard to alleviate confusion) illustrates a beautiful shoreline with a mountainous backdrop. Right from the start I was hit with unease at the idea of crunching seashells underfoot, and knew something must have happened at this beach. The personification of the ripples freezing someone in place while they are assaulted by ghosts of their past was a particularly devious imagery. Then to add to that... the mountains are pressing in and the clouds are heavy, with sadness yes, but also with guilt as the reader later finds out. I was quite literally moved to tears at the last stanza, with the image of a child lost and a heartbroken father. This poem is well, and technically, written; rhymed beautifully throughout, and tells a heartgripping story.