Christmas Without Dad Poem by Bob Gibson

I want my Dad! i started to cry
why did he have to go and die?
Christmas without him is not the same
i need someone to take the blame!

i see my Mum sat all alone
looking at a silent phone
he'd ring as he left his job
she'd put the kettle on the hob

To night the phone it never rung
the hours past but he didn't come
a policeman standing at the door
my mothers eyes began to pour

Mum looked at me, and held me tight
through tearful eyes, a smile, in sight!
come on get dressed, were going out
Dad wouldn't want us sitting about

The sounds of Christmas everywhere
the Christmas spirit we tried to share
we took presents to the orphans home
but like them i felt alone

late at night when we got back
we found that Santa had left a sack
Uncle Joe and Auntie May
with cousin Fred had come to stay

Christmas dinner with party hats
streamers, crackers, and cricket bats
laughter, smiles and tummy's filled
our Christmas wishes all but fulfilled

underneath those hallowed traces
lies the pain, of diserning faces
half a smile is not enough
even grown ups are not that tough


Baldric