You left
When I was three
No more to sit
Upon your knee
The laughter which
We enjoyed and shared
No longer present
The heart is bared.
Too young
To understand or say
Here for three years
Then gone away
A cruel trick
To take your hand
To walk together
Now alone I stand.
No more cuddles or hugs
No more laughs
I am the little boy
You left in the past
Sometimes forgetting
I call out dad
Sometimes I weep
I feel so sad.