Most of the time
You’re fine
In control
Quite in control
And wholly focused.
 
But then the world
Slips sideways
And a fault appears.
You raise your voice . . .
Remorse envelops you
Brings you down
Down into a grey darkness.
 
Know it means much to me
To fold you in my arms
And feel you shelter
Even for a little while
Here in my imagined home
Built for you with love
To visit when you must and can.