The heart always misses

The mind always thinks of

Ever since his fell

And happy time is no longer carefree

Finally, you experience this tie of the umblical cord

between a father and a son

When the mother is away

and you become his sole dependent

Even when his school is there

and he is in good hands

but somehow

you just dont trust them

but since you are away

and you can't do much to help

You just keep asking people

how best to treat his wound

fearing its further deterioration

fearing your own mishandling

Shouldn't have covered his wound with pad

Should have left it open...

Free time is no longer free.

His wound is his blessing

mine, and his family's