WHERE'S MY DADDY?

WHERE'S MY DADDY?

Each night, she waits and watches

as the stars do light the sky

she cannot help but wonder

if he'll be home, 'bye and 'bye..

'tis morn and chores take over

as she dresses her small child

"Where's my Daddy, where's my Daddy?"

her daughter once again, had cried.

"Today we'll lay some flowers

right here by our front door

so that when your Daddy sees them

he'll know he's home once more."

They gathered all the daisies

and a bright red poppy too

and as they laid them on the step,

they heard a soft 'yoohoo'...

The child was so excited

as she ran to grab the mail.

She didn't see her mother's face

as she stumbled and turned pale.

For she'd never seen a telegram

and was completely unaware

that the news within was shattering

more than anyone should bear.

They found them in the morning

still sitting near the door

half covered in the daisies

as they wait for ever more.

 (c) Crissouli November 10, 2014

 In memory of all the daddies and mummies 

who never made it home. 

May they Rest in Eternal Peace.