Your papa is away.
On a refuel trip.
On a business trip.
It won’t be long my darling little boy.
He’ll be home.
I thought I’d make you smile.
I thought I’d show you his pictures and a little video.
It started with smiles.
But then I saw you register.
He’s there, but he’s not here.
And I saw the film in your eyes.
I saw your little, little lips scrunch up.
The sorrow, such deep sorrow for such a little boy.
Etched upon your face.
And it was enough.
For my eyes to fill with tears.
For darling your pain is mine.
If it could be all mine, it would be.
Come home soon Papa.
xx Aru & Mama.