Vacant Seat In The Stand.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Daddy is not coming home for Christmas,
he went and fought a war.
Daddy is not coming home for Christmas,
I won’t see him no more.
Mummy says he’s a shining star,
to guide me along the way.
But I wish he was still with us,
so we could laugh and play.
Mummy says I’m her little man,
though I’m only seven.
And that we both must be brave,
now daddy lives in heaven.
When I was eight he promised me,
We’d go to watch his team.
And sit together in the stand,
alas it’s now a dream.
So I put on his hat and scarf,
when his team is on t-v.
I will support them ever more,
to make him proud of me.
At night before I go to sleep,
I’ll look up to the sky.
Then wave my hand and say goodnight,
and promise not to cry.


My heart goes out to all the people who will have an empty chair at the table this Christmas, especially the little ones who have lost their dads in such a tragic way.
May 2010 gradually ease the pain.

Thnaks for this Jim – Editors

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