I MUST BE HAPPY
(BEING LEFT BEHIND)
I must be happy and I must let go;
She’s young, she’s married now, I must move on,
But there’s an emptiness, I miss her so,
A dull ache deep inside me, now she’s gone.
No more the text, “Mums, can I come for lunch?
I can’t stay long, though, fancy feeding me?”
Her absence hits me like a silent punch,
And I admit, I miss her dreadfully.
How full of ups and downs the years have been;
This sometimes thankless job of parenthood,
Where “Mum, I love you” turns to, “you’re so mean!”
Yet I’d not change things even if I could.
Although she’s gone and left me feeling low,
Because I love her, I must let her go.