The time has come.
I see my son.
In his uniform ready for fun.
His day at work has now begun.
He leaves the house and all is done.
He walks to work and see his work mate.
His first job on the roof to lay slate.
He had one wrong and there he skates.
To the bottom of the roof and all is done.
he fell to his death no more fun.
My family cries and sits with fear.
My baby boy so close and dear.
Died on his first day at work.
No more jay so sad.
I'm hear I'm writing this his beloved dad.
YOU ARE READING
new for me
Poetrymy first story in a while. my sons first day at work and it doesn't seem all as it should