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Dad Gained His Angel Wings

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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Santa's Lost His Sat Nav

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

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Christmas Eve

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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Keep Fighting Dad

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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Strength and Love

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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Not My Style

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