My three daughters came to see Daniel <br />He’s 20 months <br />Oh and of course me <br />Daniel hadn’t seen them for a while <br />They don’t live with <br />Daniel his Mum and I <br />Hugs and kisses all round. <br /> <br />Daniel said, music dad <br />He often does <br />Takes my hand to the hifi <br />Frowns if I don’t comply <br />Daniel’s dancing now <br />Holds one ball against his chest <br />Another arm holds another ball <br />This one against his head <br />Gently he dances round <br />With his new lover <br />He just found <br />My daughter choking on her words <br />Says “Dad! That’s the cutest thing I ever saw” <br />And wipes some tears from her eyes <br />Opens them again and Daniel says <br />With actions not words <br />Throw the balls let’s play catch. <br /> <br />We all get in the car to go. <br />Daniel stays with mum and waves goodbye <br />My three daughters very quiet <br />Still checking if they have <br />All the pieces to put back <br />Of their three disintegrated hearts <br />Caused not just by Daniel <br />But by families torn apart. <br />When I get back home <br />Daniel Says “Hi Dad” <br />Let's go to the Park.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disintegrated-hearts/
