Gone


Dropping acorns on his car
I'm laughing as one hits the hood
He can't see me way up here
I'm making mischief not being good

I run home faster than the wind

To greet my Daddy at his car
I drink his coffee cold and sweet
I know that I'm his little star

Then he calls me his dear Princess

It's my very special name
One I always loved to hear
When home, my Daddy came

Now he'll be coming home no more

Something awful happened then
They took my Daddy far away
He never can come home again

I'm broken hearted, I don't know why

And I'm too young to understand
I only know he's gone for good
And I'll grow up without this man

Copyright © 1998 By Sheila Lynn

return to asorted poems

Email: sheila_lynn@hotmail.com