Dedicated to the Tyson family in Toowoomba, Australia, but especially to John.
The Pain Never Leaves You
When you wake up in the morning
It sits there
Coffee cup in hand
Waiting for you to come round
Taking your hand
Like an old friend
It will stay for the day
Bearing you company
And at night
It will put you to bed
Sitting beside you
Until you nod off
It will come into your dreams
Growing wings to carry you up
To the realms where angels dwell
It will carry you safely
Bringing you back towards morning
And making you forget what you saw
And when you wake up in the morning
It sits there
In memory of my son Thomas.
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