Yesterday my son came to visit.
My little boy who laughed;
he's always happy but he grew up so fast.
Yesterday my son came.
He stayed just for one night,
in his old cosy bed at the back of our house.
Yesterday my son
pulled up on the drive,
walked through the front door and lifted me up.
Yesterday
my son helped to
reinstate my heart.
Debbie Nicholson Wood 