"My Dads Chair"

At the end of the table is my Dad's chair

It is so sad because I can't see him sitting there

He said he had to go help stop some trouble

He said if we do nothing, the trouble will double.

I miss my dad

He isn't here to take me to my ball game

Sometime when I am playing

I can almost hear him call my name.

Sometime I sit in my dad's chair;

Pretend I am in his lap.

sometimes I sit here so long I take a nap

My dad told me he would not be gone long

I am praying it will be soon and nothing goes wrong

I'm not happy when my dad is gone.

I told my mom not to cook my dad's favorite food

I just couldn't eat it — I am not in the mood.

I never have a good time anymore

I won't until my dad comes in the front door

I am a very sad little boy crying for my dad.

~Lorene Ellington~

April 7, 2003

 

 
   

 


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