A Loving Outstretched hand

What have you got to say to me.
My boy,
My man,
My sweet, sweet freckled child.
Don't stand there with an open gape
Answer me
And I will understand.

You say that you are lonely now
My boy,
my man,
my sweet, caring lovely child.
I know these things, they go away.
You'll make some friends
Who'll help you fill your mind
And Time.
They'll help you find a pigeon-hole
And you'll be write as rain.

You crease my brow with anger now
My boy
My Man
My son, who will not understand.
You're not alone, there's love around.
Beneath the tattered shells.
And Find it there you will.

Just look at me and at your Dad.
For love, for life.
For Tattered Shells.
A worrying thought indeed.
My money gone:
A sighing signal of relief.