MERRY CHRISTMAS DADDY?

They say it is Christmas.
How can I tell?
My father is no where to be seen,
nor, is he anywhere, so that he can call.

Have you ever given thought?
Not about just the friend you lost
but, possibly the child that waits?

Some are too young to remember
Some would rather not talk,
Then there are those like me,
Who just want their father.

How it would feel .
To hear him tell me, "Merry Christmas, my little Fish Face"
or just, "I love you! Time for bed, for ol' Saint Nick is on his way"

If you are child, that lost a parent
You could understand .
but what if that parent . was not ill
Just gave his life for you!

It can be hard not to be angry,
that someone took his place
It's just that Mom remarried
and it was Not one of my choice
He could just not, be my daddy.

The other was not bad,
nor was he mean.
He was just not daddy,
the one that can't be seen

So this Christmas
When you are all giving Thanks,
Remember us children
Who can't 'Thank' their daddy

I know this does not rhyme
I know it is not a poem
It is just a heart felt cry
from a little girl,
who would love to have her daddy!
Or just hear him say, "Merry Christmas 'Fish Face'"

©Copyright December 2002 by Sheila F. Sherfick