Centurions in the Rain

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


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s