Two missed calls from my son's pre-school,
Seconds before my presentation. Life is cruel,
I thought, then it got worse,
"Riaan is crying", said his teacher, my mind instantly decided to traverse,
"He is missing you", she continued,
I wanted to flee from my workshop and quickly discontinue,
The two and a half day event,
"Distract yourself and make the presentation, quickly put your mind out of torment",
Guided my boss,
The moment, I wrapped up my part, I called my baby, who sounded far from cross,
He was happy and content,
He was in no mood to vent,
While he can talk a mile a minute, my boy doesn't open up and speak his mind,
A disturbing trait, that leaves me feeling helpless and blind,
Time, something his late father never gave him,
I'm slowly creeping down the same path and it leaves me feeling grim,
I pray, he has a happy childhood,
One where he always feels understood,
That's all I want for my baby boy,
An abundance of joy.
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