I have been writing poems for you Dad. Love and miss you everyday xxxx
My eyes are like rain on the windscreen
My vision is blurred
The things I have seen and heard
The journey is slow and never ending
When will we get there we do not know
When we arrive we will put on a show, the masked veil covers the all time low
But for now we must keep driving through the rain, drudging through the snow in the hope that one day the sun will shine and the rain will go.