MY BOYS

MY BOYS

This feeling of overwhelming responsibility

That will never leave me

Even though from time to time it is too much

Like now, when demons of the past come torturing and  threatening
My sanity
My being

This love for the boys we once were

Just boys, and none of us ever thinking that life would turn the way it did
All with visions of futures of grandeur
Of being as pilot, policeman or tailor
Of having love and being loved
The beautiful stories we told each other to conquer the nights

We, fabulous eight made it to safety, somewhat, somewhere

You saw me as your big brother, small that I was, still am
You looked at me when that time came for help
And asked me, and I did
My life has never been the same since
But no regrets, never. Not ever feeling sorry

This feeling of all-encompassing responsibility

And love, and loyalty, will never leave me
Even though from time to time it is too much
Like now, my little one, I miss you most of all
Be happy! That’s what matters most.
I promise I will try too

© Darren White