David Gordon Poet Rhyme

Annie

Each night, when I’d come home from work, 

She’d jump out of her bed, 

Run down the hall, then down the stairs, 

Hug me and kiss my head. “Daddy,” she’d say, “I’m glad your home.

I waited up for you.

Oh Daddy, I love you very much.

 I really really do.”

“Honey,” I’d say’ “I love you too. 

Now go on back to bed.

I’ll soon be up to tuck you in.” 

And then I’d kiss her head.

She’d have a gleam in both her eyes 

And a smile upon her face.

It was so great to come home to

A peaceful, loving place.

But now each night, when I come home, 

There is nobody there.

Nobody does run down the hall

And then run down the stairs.

'Cause Annie’s life was taken by

A drunk behind the wheel.

The man was doing ninety when

He barreled down the hill.

Now, here at Annie’s funeral, 

My emptiness, it grows

And on my angel’s casket, I 

Have placed a red red rose

.I know that we will meet again

Some day when my life’s o’er

At that great and mighty Kingdom

On God’s ce;estival shore.

“Daddy,” she’ll say, “I’m glad you’re home. 

I waited here for you.

Daddy, I love you very much.

I really really do.”

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Jan Allison August 19, 2014 at 4:19 PM Oh what a heartfelt tragic write - I can think of nothing worse than losing a child and to lose them to a drunk driver - I cant begin to imagine the pain one feels:-) Hugs jan xx