I just wanted to take his little hand and run.
Jump on a bus and go on an adventure.
He didn’t want to go to school and little sobs racked his big soul.
His quivering lips , his wet eyes.
I wasn’t ready for such goodbyes.
All I could think was that:
His whole life would be filled with timetables.
He wouldn’t be able to run away.
So why not today son?Why the hell not.
Let’s run while we still can.
While it’s still fun
Because someday you won’t have your mum.
Someday you’ll be in a suit and tie
With no one at the gate to wave goodbye