This is for all the children out there young or old, who have lost a mother or father, or anyone who was very close to them and looked after them and this is for all those unlucky people who have had to replace those who they loved with their imagination.
He walks into school holding my hand
No blue paw, grey claws, blue fur head band
No spots down the back, and heavy bear tracks
Winding up behind me, as I look back.
The sigh that i’m hearing isn’t butterfly wings
Or shiny purple nostrils, or things that you see in fiction pictures
But a breath from a human, humane and perfect.
In the play ground we run, and they pick me up laughing
In arts class painting pictures of each of us laughing
Laughing on the grass, and splashing in the mud
Coming home to mother, kicking of boots with a thud.
My friend has a big red teddy bear man,
who reaches as high as mount everest can
My other friend has a pink octopus,
Where she travels the seas, around coral corners and bends
around green clouds and rows of white bush
And the piggy back rides that help me touch the sky
like the paper, plastic, big fantastic planes that we fly
And the wheeling around touching suns and planets in the park
Staying out late at night cus you’ll protect me from the dark
And He walks into school holding my hand
No blue paw, grey claws, blue fur head band
No spots down the back, and heavy bear tracks
Winding up behind me, as I look back.
At the imaginary father i never ever had.
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