14 March 2026, 6.06PM
Sometimes we’re the only kids in the playground.
The only sound, your laughter
or when you call out
to show me some new feat you’ve achieved
Or maybe something you believed you couldn’t do
but learned because I urged you to
try and to struggle through
And then I’m just left in awe of you.
Early morning the other day
We were both out for a play
You’d stumbled and scraped your elbow
You got upset
Called for dad
Wanting me to know
that you were hurt and wanted a cuddle
So we got into a huddle.
The only kids in the playground.
No distraction.
Full attention.
A warmth, so profound.
Man, I love being the only kids in the playground.
Poems for My Sons 