God took you on a "Special Day",

We don't understand, "Why this way?"

But then dear "Pops", we love you so,

Maybe God knew, it was your time to go.

We Loved you so very dearly,

And shall remember this day yearly,

No good you saying "Don't Moan",

Dad, we do feel so sad and alone.

But although we cry, and miss you so much,

We know your around, we won't lose touch.

We'll take care of Mum and see she's okay,

Until it's her turn, and her "Special Day".

How do we say, "Goodbye" to you?

You always advised us, of what to do.

No one prepared us, of what to say,

How do we tell people, "You've gone away".

We do thank God, that your out of pain,

The month's that you struggled, against the grain,

Many times we thought, "Is this the end?"

Only to find you'd turned, yet another bend.

But we must not forget, our dearest Mother,

What strength and love, you had for each other,

Her constant nursing, and coping with it all,

We don't know how she managed, with each beck and call.

But Dad, there is something Mum wishes to say,

She wants to say "Sorry", for the other day,

She shouted at you, and told you to "Shut Up",

She was only tired Dad, and very fed up.

We knew she didn't mean it, she cries even now,

She never mean't to hurt you, so close to your final bow,

We hope you will forgive her, and put her mind at rest,

You know in your heart Dad, that she did try her very best.

We musn't forget all the help we had,

In looking after you, our precious Dad,

There was Claudia, Sonia and Carole too,

Only to name but a very few.

We musn't forget all our friends and neighbours,

To whom we called on for their labours,

Many times in utter despair,

We just called out, and then they'd be there.

There is just a few more words Dad, to say,

We know you're eager to go on your way,

But please just hang on for another minute,

Before you go towards the light, to see what's "In it".

We never got a chance to say "Merry Christmas" that day,

So we'd like to do it now, and be allowed to say,

"Merry Christmas Dad", we miss you lots and lots,

Our love and thoughts are with you - Night Night "Pops".

Written by Shirley Ann

On Boxing Day 1995

The day after my father died.

I entered this poem in March 2003 Poetry Competition with Wosib and it came Second Place. Thankyou to all who voted for me.

 

Tube credits to

Jane's Place

PSP Toybox

 

31 December 2011

The Graphics on this page are NOT for Public Use and should not be saved to your computer or take and place on any other.

Copyright © 2003-2012 by Dotty On Graphics aka Mrs S A Buckland