..a letter from the grave.

"Dear Frank...You were my first born, way back in 1949,
I was a single girl, only 22 yrs old at the time,
I did love your dad but sadly, his love suddenly went astray,
he was a seaman as you now know,
who decided that he just couldn't stay.
Left all alone with you my Frank...my precious little son,
life really turned out so hard, with your father now gone.
I shared a small house in toxteth, with my older widowed sister, 
and her own little brood, we didn't have much money, 
for new clothes, or nourishing food.
But somehow we all managed, then once again, pregnant I fell,
sadly just as before, the father disappeared, 
It's a story I'm so sorry Frank...I just could never ever tell.
Luckily I found a flat in Kirkby, where you reached your teenage years,
overall you were a happy lad, but sometimes you cried tears.
Now I had a husband...a man you thought was dad,
but the love just wasn't there, like a normal dad, and lad.
Two more sons quickly arrived on the scene,
and I could only dream, and imagine how my life should've been.
Now with four young sons to three different dads,
I smothered you all with love ...so proud of all my lads.
...But Frank, you were the one I protected the most,
I just couldn't tell you about your real dad...because 
to me....he was a ghost.
Alas Cancer finally took me too young, an illness that I just couldn't fight,
and I left you with a thousand questions...Frank, I know that wasn't right.
Please now stop searching for answers, that sadly you will never know,
So Frank, ease your mind my son......it's time to let me go."

Tags: Love, Sad, Pain,