Hand in hand
Smiles through the
Tears
"He'll be fine, Pads."
"Are we sure? What about-"
"He'll be fine."
Reassurances
Billowing smoke
Roaring engines
Off he goes
Destiny used to wait on
The doorstep
Now fate is hanging up his
Coat and sitting in our living room
He has a big smile
"He'll be fine."
An owl
A letter
A legacy to uphold
"He's his father's son."
"I know."
"But he's ours too."
The train rumbled off
Two men still standing
The platform clearing
The boy still waving goodbye
"He'll be fine."
