My Poetry. Weekend Dad..

We were used to seeing you beside us,
Day after peaceful, familiar day,
Hearing the rich comfort of your voice,
And all the comforting things you would say.
But slowly the feeling in the house changed,
Your familiar smile began to grow rare,
And your easy words turned heavy with sorrow,
A deep weight that was hard for us to bear.
Still, you stayed near, though we felt worlds apart,
A restless, troubled heart even in your sleep.
Yet through that unexpected, silent turmoil,
Our children's love for you held fast and deep—
You were still and always our beloved Dad,
Regardless of the shadows that were cast.

At the dinner table we’d sit together,
With only a quiet, awkward silence to fill,
Staring out windows or at painted walls,
Feeling time itself suddenly stand still.
Why live together in constant, tiring strife?
You deserved to be happy—husband and wife.
Our small schoolwork faltered, we struggled each day,
Tired and quietly distracted, our young dreams slipped away.
And then came the cold, silent morning
When your presence was simply not there,
The house fell achingly quiet,
Leaving behind a gentle emptiness, bare.
No calls, no letters arrived to brighten our way—
We missed the strength of your voice, with so much to say.
“Are you happy, Dad?” our young hearts would softly plea,
“We still need your sure love, your time, your energy.”

Now you are our cherished “Weekend Dad,”
And our Mum has found the strength to move bravely on—
Life has been gently rearranged,
But the best parts of the old days are far from gone.
We still go to the loud, fun movies together,
We play silly games running wild in the park,
Our happy laughter has returned to us fully,
Shining brightly, no longer missing a spark.
And Mum wears a bright, genuine smile now,
She seems lighter, freer, somehow,
She sleeps more soundly through the darkest hours—
We can see clearly that she is truly healing now.

And slowly, surely, we learned this truth,
Through the passage of all the difficult years,
That genuine love is strong enough to survive
Even through the sharpest pain and the tears.
Now grown and a little wiser, we understand:
You both made the one difficult choice
That life and your hearts had truly planned.
Two different paths, but both moving forward,
And all of us smiling and holding fast—
The deepest, hardest hurt has finally gone,
And the loving future is bright, built to last.