Before I present the poem…
Although I have often written about the loss of my son, I have mostly focused on the impact of loss, which feels quite self-centred sometimes. People who didn’t know him must wonder what he was like.
How dare you break into our lives uninvited?
You knocked. We answered. We slammed the door.
You knocked again. We ignored. You knocked some more.
You kicked and you thumped until the house shook.