It appears, at least to me
That child-bearers who have passed from this world...
Father.
I remember when you took me camping...
The times we lived together live forever,
For love will hold them fast within my heart...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
Once in a street they had a house
Once they had a family...
Dad's heavy arm around
My neck, lovingly...
This has been
The third time...
I'm failing at bonding
with a child...
When the child was born
the good mother was very happy...
There's nothing easy
about relationships but...
You are only a month old
so you wont understand right now...
Concealed yet united,
with an assumed trust...