My husband and the father of my children is once more in deepest, darkest Africa. In fact, I am not sure if Kenya counts as deepest, darkest anything, but the sentiment is the same.
This one’s for him.
In case you were left bereft
As the train left
I have your travel card
There’s not much to report
Of any sort
About the day I had
Small girl aged 5
Had a day that was “fine”
She drew you a plane
Small boy aged 6
Got a pal in a fix
All part of the game
Small boy aged 9
Is fine
We stopped the bleeding
Karate was cancelled
Sport was too
I didn’t get caught speeding
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