He's gone again
His bags are packed
and sitting by the door
He's showered, shaved
and pressed and dressed
The children are playing
quietly on the floor
I sigh and wish
he didn't have to go
Logs books? Check
Thermos? Check
Munchies? Brush? Pillow?
Check, check, check
The parting ritual
has become so routine
I wonder why
it still hurts so much
Daddy says 'Time to go'
The kids run over
smothering him with
Hugs and Kisses
'Love you dad!'
'Love you daddy!'
Their voices echo
in my mind
I hold him close
and breathe deeply
I don't want to forget
how he feels and smells
I say
Drive safe
Call often
I'll miss you
As my knight
heads off
for the open road...
yet again.
©2003 Kelly
Livingstone
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