I think I'm heartbroken
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| Constance La France |
| Heartbroken 19/7/25 |
"Mummy says now that my heart is broken, nothing will ever hurt me as much again" The Poet.
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Fir trees along the road, showing the way.
There's a log cabin, for us to stay.
Daddy built our house by a big fir tree.
A loving place for he, mummy and me.
Mountain country, cozy fires to keep warm,
Wild flowers, where bees love to swarm.
Daddy made a cradle when I was born,
He painted birds on it and a small fawn,
He made wooden blocks for me, I was one,
He piled them up, I knocked them down, such fun.
He made a rocking chair when I was two.
One bigger for mummy and for him too.
When I was three, kennel for my new dog.
When I was four, dolls house made from a log.
At five he made a tire swing on a tree.
The angels took daddy but didn't take me.
He didn't make me anything -I was six.
We went to a big house all made from bricks.
Cant take much, mum said we've to travel light.
I miss my dog and tire swing , it's not right.
Most I miss daddy, need him here with me.
I'll be good, when he comes home he will see.
Mum said he's making stuff with angels now.
He left all his tools, so I don't see how.
I'll stop crying, but we should never part.
When you left, I think you took my heart.
Girls at school said if your dad left it's true.
That he no longer loves your mum and you.
I cant think you dont love us anymore.
Please daddy come home like it was before.
I lie in bed when I cant sleep at night.
I pretend your strong arms hold me tight.
Daddy where's your smile to keep out the cold?
Your soft squeeze when you take my hand to hold.
I thought you were there, I was in that play.
You were clapping so loud, it made my day.
Missing you, I am wondering where you are.
Could you pick me up from school in your car?
When some dads share fun at the park, I cry.
You pushing me on the swing, I would fly.
I could show all the kids, this is my Dad.
Home from Heaven for good, now I'm not sad.
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