We cross the traffic in London Rain
En route to our separate trains
My son now looming like
An armoured warrior
By my side
Dwelling on an earlier crossing
When I was the shield
A frail child lost in my arms
Willing with all my heart
That he would be well
He catches me out with
“Bye, I love you.” and
“Take care, Dad!”
I smile then turn away
My tears invisible in the Rain
