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Julie Preston Poem
Dad Gained His Angel Wings
On the 29th of October
My life it changed for good
Not in the way that I had hoped
Or in a way it even should
My dad he gained his angel wings
It should not have been this way
Dad wasn’t supposed to leave us
I lost a piece of my heart that day
I keep hoping that it’s a cruel dream
And one day I’ll wake and see
Him walking down the stairs again
Asking for yet another cup of tea
It’s been a month since dad was taken
There aren’t enough words to say
How much we love and miss him
I think of him every single day
I only have my memories
Which I hold close to my heart
But the thought of never seeing dad
Is quietly tearing me apart
(Love you always dad)
J L Preston (2019)
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Julie Preston Poem
Santa's lost his sat nav
And does not know what to do
"Why did I choose technology,
Old ways are best, it's true"
He's in a bit of bother
And with Christmas drawing near
He cannot help but wonder
If he'll get to spread his Christmas cheer
Mrs Claus has helped him in his search
The elves have helped look too
But nobody has had much luck
"Oh what am I to do"
"I could always ring old Rudolph,
He might be free to lend a hand,
After all he was my guiding light
And delivered well on my command"
So Santa rang dear Rudolph
And told him of his plight
Rudolph was quite keen to help
He couldn't wait to lead the flight
On Christmas Eve they all set off
Gliding high up in the sky
Santa had forgotten
How well Rudolph helped them fly
It was then that he decided
He would stick to his reindeer
And forget about his sat nav
When spreading Christmas cheer
So if in the sky on Christmas Eve
You see a flashing light
It could be that you've just witnessed
Rudolphs nose still shining bright
Copyright © Julie Preston | Year Posted 2012
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It’s Christmas Eve
And all through the house
Not a creature is sleeping
Not even a mouse
The stockings still hanging
Are empty and bare
It’s just a sign that dear Santa
Still hasn’t been there
Dad’s in the living room
All full of good cheer
And mum’s in the kitchen
Checking turkey juices are clear
The kids are all hyper
And won’t go to their beds
It must be the sugarplums
Dancing round in their heads
Gran’s in her nightie
And I’m in mine too
We’re watching Polar Express
The second time through
But out in the garden
We heard such a clatter
So we all ran to the window
To see what was the matter
And there in the darkness
Spread out on the lawn
Was dear Uncle Albert
Seven parts gone
And lying around him
Was our Christmas display
He mustn’t have seen it
And tripped over the sleigh
So now all the reindeer
Are broken in bits
And we stood at the window
In hysterical fits
No Prancer, no Dancer
No Doner, no Blitzen
Nor Comet, or Cupid
Or Dasher, or Vixen
Dear Uncle Albert
He righted himself
With some help from my gran
And a little bit from myself
We all headed inside
To turn in for the night
I snuggled under my duvet
And switched off the light
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Dad i hate to see you lying there
And I hope you're not in pain
Each day I cross my heart and pray
That you'll soon be home again
You keep on getting better
Then something else goes wrong
But keep on fighting through it
You can do it dad, you're strong
You've been through more than we expected
And now you're on the uphill slope
Please dad keep on climbing
We all have strength and hope
Don't let the set backs set you back
Use your determination to get through
Please dad keep on fighting
We're all here, right with you
Come on dad you can do it
Fight hard and don't give in
We want you home again with us
Keep fighting til you win
For my dad who is in intensive care
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My new tattoo means more to me
Than anyone will ever know
It doesn't matter that it's hidden
More often than on show
My tattoo it is a special one
It defines both strength and love
That has helped to save my father
From being taken up above
The support and love from everyone
Helped pick us up when things were bad
But what surprised us most of all
Was the strength that came from dad
He fought the odds and beat them
Even though it took a while
He spent eleven weeks in hospital
Sure determination was his style
Now dad is home where he belongs
My festive wish came true at last
I have my daddy home for Christmas
And this year we'll have a blast
(For my superdad)
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I'm cosy and warm curled up in my bed
Don't think I will move for a while
The wind is howling and it's lashing outside
Getting cold and wets not my style
I'll just turn over and close my eyes
And catch a fews zzz while I can
I have nothing important planned for today
And it's not the weather to try for a tan
I wonder how long before I'm disturbed
By a barking dog or the slam if a door
Maybe if I try and cover my ears
It will drown out the sounds even more
I can feel the heat from the radiator
Penetrate the fur on my bed
I love that my humans have spoilt me
Oh, I'm a cat or hadn't I said
Copyright © Julie Preston | Year Posted 2012
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