His arm draped across her shoulders
He’d gently guide her along,
Holding her close and smiling
While he hummed her favourite song.
The blankness in her timid gaze
Broke his heart in two,
But he’d hide the pain behind his smile
It was all that he could do.
On the bench beneath the old oak tree
He’d sit right next to her
Taking her hand and holding it snug
Remembering all they were.
He’d look up to the heavenly sky
And without a single sound
He’d pray to God when tomorrow came
She’d still be around.
There they’d sit, mother and son
So close yet a world apart,
She had no idea who he was
The man with the caring heart.
© Annabel Sheila