
 
  
"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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