In a world where shadows lengthen and the light does hide, Unravelled by the pain, a father’s heart breaks inside. The echoes of their laughter now are ghosts, mere reminisce, Between the truth and hope, it’s the truth I sorely miss.

With choices cast like stepping stones, I walked on tempest tides, Into the storm, I journeyed far, where regret resides. Beneath the willow’s weeping boughs, my sorrows lie concealed, In the heartbreak of the estranged, wounds are seldom healed.

My children, oh my children, born of dreams and youthful zest, The echo of your voices still thunders in my chest. I see your smiles in morning light, hear your whispers in the breeze, Yet, the silence without you, it brings me to my knees.

Fragments of your laughter, the echoes of your tears, Sting like a bitter winter wind, the chill of wasted years. With sorrow, my companion, and regret, my faithful guide, I search for a bridge of forgiveness, across the chasm wide.

I yearn to undo the mistakes, to heal the love that’s strained, To hold you in my arms again, to soothe the hearts that pained. With memories as my lantern, I traverse this lonely course, To reconcile, to heal, to mend the love lost at its source.

My hope is but a flicker, in the cold and endless night, A beacon calling out to you, in the absence of the light. With open arms, a heart contrite, I hope for your return, Through the smoldering ashes of regret, may the bridge of love return.

I yearn to see you flourish, like daisies in the spring, To hear your laughter echoing, a sweet and tender ring. In the chambers of my heart, you are the beat that never ends, The rhythm in the silence, the message love sends.

My children, oh my children, though mistakes may keep us apart, Each tear, each word unspoken, is a stepping stone to start. To mend the bonds, to heal the wounds, to cleanse the tarnished past, In hope and love and forgiveness, may we reunite at last.