Father and son
My Dad and I’m Tom (part 1)
Dad, what’s all these random things about Parkinson’s and Why you?
You have always been fun, helped me along the way and been proud of me
Me who has always been good, ok, and naughty but only sometimes!!
Sometimes when I see you bobbing about like a buoy in a stormy sea
Seeing you move like this makes me sad I’m asking myself, well, why?
Why had MY dad got Parkinson’s? Imagining all random things
Things that made me cross, sad, angry pretty much all of the time
Time went bye I couldn’t think what to think say, or do, so I hit out
Outside I hid behind this hitting being to scared of things uncertain
Uncertain of how I was being robbed of my dad, I thought about it a lot
A lot of the time not knowing how to talk to you about this, though I tried
Tried not to sometimes, but one night before Christmas you came to speak
Speak about how you are going to be or may be, how Mum needs my help
Help, I am only 13 what about me I’m not ready for this, but then you cried
Cried, Dad! , Wow, what to do now? We hugged, father and son, thanks. Love Tom
My Tom and I’m Dad (part 2)
Tom, that night I cried in front 0f you was the hardest night of my life with you, seeing you face locked in confusion not knowing how to react. How could you, your only 13 and here was me burdening you with emotions that many an adult finds hard to understand. That whole Christmas period must have been one hell of an ‘emotional roller coaster’. The excitement of that new Play-station game, the anticipation of waiting for visits from friends, family and Father Christmas. It’s hard for me to imagine what goes through a young teenagers head. Seeing his Dad gradually change from this energetic fun loving father to this alternate tired weakening, though fun loving, alternative. Believe me Thomas when you became part of my world I planned on being the best dad any child could want, but when I see me wandering like a drunk down the street, unable to carry weight, walk to far without me having to get you to slow down. Teenagers should be set free, to explore, do loads of cool activities with their dad. What can I offer? I would cut out my Parkinson’s if I could, be that energetic Dad I wanted to be, but I can’t. My love for you, my son, will never change even when I shout at you. My guidance will always be there when you need it. I don’t know what this cursed disease has got in store for me, but believe me when I say that I will always try and be there for you. I will always strain every sinew, every ounce of strength to keep control of me to enable me to be the Dad you always wanted, thanks. Love Dad.
© Philip Golding, 04.01.2007
Dad, what’s all these random things about Parkinson’s and Why you?
You have always been fun, helped me along the way and been proud of me
Me who has always been good, ok, and naughty but only sometimes!!
Sometimes when I see you bobbing about like a buoy in a stormy sea
Seeing you move like this makes me sad I’m asking myself, well, why?
Why had MY dad got Parkinson’s? Imagining all random things
Things that made me cross, sad, angry pretty much all of the time
Time went bye I couldn’t think what to think say, or do, so I hit out
Outside I hid behind this hitting being to scared of things uncertain
Uncertain of how I was being robbed of my dad, I thought about it a lot
A lot of the time not knowing how to talk to you about this, though I tried
Tried not to sometimes, but one night before Christmas you came to speak
Speak about how you are going to be or may be, how Mum needs my help
Help, I am only 13 what about me I’m not ready for this, but then you cried
Cried, Dad! , Wow, what to do now? We hugged, father and son, thanks. Love Tom
My Tom and I’m Dad (part 2)
Tom, that night I cried in front 0f you was the hardest night of my life with you, seeing you face locked in confusion not knowing how to react. How could you, your only 13 and here was me burdening you with emotions that many an adult finds hard to understand. That whole Christmas period must have been one hell of an ‘emotional roller coaster’. The excitement of that new Play-station game, the anticipation of waiting for visits from friends, family and Father Christmas. It’s hard for me to imagine what goes through a young teenagers head. Seeing his Dad gradually change from this energetic fun loving father to this alternate tired weakening, though fun loving, alternative. Believe me Thomas when you became part of my world I planned on being the best dad any child could want, but when I see me wandering like a drunk down the street, unable to carry weight, walk to far without me having to get you to slow down. Teenagers should be set free, to explore, do loads of cool activities with their dad. What can I offer? I would cut out my Parkinson’s if I could, be that energetic Dad I wanted to be, but I can’t. My love for you, my son, will never change even when I shout at you. My guidance will always be there when you need it. I don’t know what this cursed disease has got in store for me, but believe me when I say that I will always try and be there for you. I will always strain every sinew, every ounce of strength to keep control of me to enable me to be the Dad you always wanted, thanks. Love Dad.
© Philip Golding, 04.01.2007
Sun, 4 Nov 2007 05:18 am
