Free spirit living.

Years passed, I repeated, I had no Dad.

Off and away; a free spirit living; Gone!

I, No longer the three year old left,

No longer Daddies girl, that clung.

I grew, matured, became a teen,

I thought deeper; silently inside.

Thirteen, ten years had passed,

The puzzle pieces slotted together.

This man, he had my face, my eyes,

My ways, my humour; he was me!

Juggled emotions, questions whirled,

For many a day following our meet.

Decades flashed by, I, a parent myself;

With a Son who adores the wandering man.

Today another year older, he sits,

Age and ailments stopped the travelling,

But not the free spirit of the man,

This man I call Dad, still far, but closer.

About Maith an cailin

Born in the 1960s, I`m a single Mum of a young adult. I am a full-time wheelchair user, who has been single since a marriage breakdown in 2008. I live in a UK remote village, not easy with a disability but this is a honest account of a ordinary Woman with a disability.
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