*in homage to my wife, and with apologies to John Keats…
My beautiful, bouncing baby girls,
How I ache with sorrow when not with you.
Your daydreaming smiles,
Innocent questions about
Every
Living thing, thought and action,
Fill me with pride.
(especially now, as my flight taxis the runway and I head 2,000 miles away)
Such envy I hold watching you find
So much life and interest in the
Humdrum of things.
A lonely, curled up leaf on the pavement.
A fridge magnet.
Your own feet.
Your energetic dancing.
Your breathless monologues.
Your spillages!
I will miss them all.
Instead, in this hushed cabin,
33,000ft above the world,
Uninterrupted iPod listening must I endure.
. Children’s tears nearby belong not to me.
With melancholic ponder I sip my drink.
Dine alone.
My dishes cleared by others.
Counting the hours until am home again.
But, first, I close my eyes.
My beautiful, bouncing baby girls,
How I ache with sorrow when not with you.
saigonsays 
Tim, that’s so beautiful, it made me cry! love Mum.xx
Delightful, Tim! Have a good trip and return safely to your three lovely girls!
You are a man of many talents. You definitely should put that in a frame on their walls. Want me to ask one of my talented design friends to mock it up.
Xx
Hello Mrs Hellewell!
You are very sweet, and yes that would be a grand plan. Wrote this at KL airport earlier (am now in Delhi trying to stay up for Usain later.) Hope all well with you and the boys.
Mr Bishop x
And that was meant to end with a ? x