I want my Dad! i started to cry <br />why did he have to go and die? <br />Christmas without him is not the same <br />i need someone to take the blame! <br /> <br />i see my Mum sat all alone <br />looking at a silent phone <br />he'd ring as he left his job <br />she'd put the kettle on the hob <br /> <br />To night the phone it never rung <br />the hours past but he didn't come <br />a policeman standing at the door <br />my mothers eyes began to pour <br /> <br />Mum looked at me, and held me tight <br />through tearful eyes, a smile, in sight! <br />come on get dressed, were going out <br />Dad wouldn't want us sitting about <br /> <br />The sounds of Christmas everywhere <br />the Christmas spirit we tried to share <br />we took presents to the orphans home <br />but like them i felt alone <br /> <br />late at night when we got back <br />we found that Santa had left a sack <br />Uncle Joe and Auntie May <br />with cousin Fred had come to stay <br /> <br />Christmas dinner with party hats <br />streamers, crackers, and cricket bats <br />laughter, smiles and tummy's filled <br />our Christmas wishes all but fulfilled <br /> <br /> underneath those hallowed traces <br />lies the pain, of diserning faces <br />half a smile is not enough <br />even grown ups are not that tough <br /> <br /> <br />Baldric<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-without-dad/
