I Cry Your Poem.
I CRY for the life that you never had, I cry for myself for not having a dad. I cry for not telling you just how I felt. I cry for the miserable life That sadly you were dealt, I saw your tired eyes, As you lay dying in bed, And I cry for the "I love you mum" That I just never said.
I cry for my children that you never got to know, I still miss you my mum, The pain hurts me so bad, I cry for all those years, that we just never had. So why do I still cry, 37 years on? I cry for you, mum ... because I am your son.
Frank Byrne, Widnes