"I can't sleep."
weary bones grind and move
next to you I lay
until sleep takes you home
2.34am
"I'm thirsty."
in darkness I fetch a glass of water
in a coma I return to serve
"thanks dad."
a kiss goodnight
I stroke your hair
you are gone
4.48am
"I'm cold."
I pull the duvet across your shoulders
and watch you snuggle down
I am cold too
tired
but always content
I hear your whisper
"I love you dad."
and smile
I know this my son
no payment needed
as no debt is incurred
for this is what I do
