Poem -

Promise me

Promise me

Promise me daddy,
promise you'll come home.
Four year old lips
speak of memories,
mummys hugs and kisses,
tickles and ginger bread men,
softness, comfort, love
girly things daddy doesn't do.
Gone now, missed.
Lost into that dark shadow
where tears call out
and daddy's hugs
don't bring mummy back
from that shiney box
she went to heaven in.
Daddy says mummy wanted to,
she always wanted to,
to come home
to the little girl she loved.
The little girl who made her smile
and filled her with joy,
made her life into
a new and happy girly place
where she was very, very happy.
But one night
she couldnt come home.
Nice doctors were mending her
because she got broken in a car.
A devil called drink
was inside another lady driving home
and that devil hurt mummy,
but they couldnt fix her
and she can't come home anymore.
I promise you,
my sweet darling baby girl
daddy always comes home,
daddy will always come home.
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Written to nudge people to think about the life changing
consequences of drinking and driving.

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Marion

And it really hits home DA...Good write my friend x

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Tony Taylor

VERY moving dear poet brother....VERY moving!!.......you do wield words well!!.......ALL STARS!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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