I said there was no need to cry
But then I cried first as we kissed, said goodbye
By the school gates
On your first trip away
Father and daughter, a moment in time
And might we be friends?
One day, maybe.
Union.
Beyond awkward growth, failed care, love’s endeavours and faltering letting go.
I remember, I said there’s no no need to cry
But then I cried first as we kissed and said goodbye
By the school gates, the coach waiting
Father and son
And friends? One day, maybe
Union
Beyond the struggle and the joy, beyond even time
United?
And who knows? Because I don’t
But maybe another father, another mother, cried first
By those heavenly gates, not so pearly that day
Two thousand years ago
Their son’s first trip away
