Heavenly postie…two books are on the way.

Check your mail, as they might arrive today.

A book for my dad, and a book for my mum.

Two books sent with love from their son.

A book all about Liverpool, where they had me.

On the covers are a small stain you might see.

They are tear stains, on sending them I did cry.

I still miss my parents loads, the reason why.

I have lonely days, on my hands too much time.

Looking out for robins or a white feather sign.

Heavenly postie…of my dream he was just part.

But the tears were real…broken is still my heart.