Don’t Cry Daddy
Hello friends, hope you are well and enjoying your Good Friday…It’s a bit quite here on spaces so I started to think back to my childhood…I remembered when my Mum left us and I felt all alone is this big world…My Dad had the job of raising six unruly children from his first marriage, and later two more from his second marriage…I don’t know how he kept it together at the time, he worked hard, came home, cooked, and stayed up most nights doing the washing and chores…As you can guess I love him with all of my heart…Anyway one night after lights went out I had a visit from a Lady in white…Here’s my story put into poetry, I’ve named it, Don’t Cry Daddy…I hope you enjoy…Much love and blessings always, Lynn xxxx
Don’t Cry Daddy
She was only a child and was filled with forlorn
Her Mother had left, a new chapter is born
Watching her Pa being both Mother and Dad
He done all he could although he still looked so sad!
Scared of his hurting she suffered alone
She crept up the staircase to be on her own
Hands both together in prayer she did weep
Then drifted away into a wonderful sleep!
In dreams she is rocked like a ship on mild sea
All of her worries now letting her be
Away from all harm where no one could go
Gently and calmly she rocks to and thro!
Something stirs in her to open her eyes
Now she awakens in arms which are wide
A beautiful vision of a lady in white
Rocking her gently and whispering “Sleep tight!”
She drifts back to sleep and then wakens again
Refreshed and so happy no knowledge of pain
She goes down the stairs as light as a kite
Then whispers “Daddy don’t cry, it will soon be alright!”