The alarm clock sounds beside the bed,
It slowly penetrates into daddy’s head.
He looks at the clock and jumps up with a jerk,
It was the snooze alarm and he’s late for work.
He showered and did his normal routine,
No time, though, for the morning cuisine.
Can’t stop to kiss the wife and the kids,
He jumps into his car and takes off with a whiz.
The traffic this morning seems so slow,
They need to move – he’s got to go!
Daddy decides it’s time to pass,
So he pulls to the left and steps on the gas.
He’s moving ahead, he’s almost there,
When suddenly a truck appears from nowhere.
Later that evening when mommy is with the kids,
She tries to prepare dinner with her life on the skids.
Mommy! Mommy! When is daddy gonna get here?
She chokes on her answer as she sheds a tear.
Daddy was hurt this morning, but he’s alright,
Only from now on he’ll be out of sight.
Why won’t we see him any more?
When every night he walks through the door?
Mommy cries and tries to talk to them,
About all the fun things they did with him.
As it turned out there weren’t that many,
If it wasn’t for mommy insisting there might not have been any.
You see, daddy was a good man and provided for them all,
But between himself and his family he built a wall.
There were so many things to do that he would call ‘stuff’,
The time left for his family wasn’t nearly enough.
Now that he’s gone will he really be missed?
The good times they shared is a very short list.
The plates on the dinner table are still set for four,
But daddy won’t be eating with them any more.
Copyright © Mark Weismantel | Year Posted 2019
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