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My Dad Left

I'd often watched .......my dad 

When he'd go away

And then I'd go out and play,

At soldiers.

He'd come home and ruffle my hair,

Hold me high , swing me in the air.

And say how big I'd grown....

And ask .....if I'd been good?

To me mum.

And then one day he didn't have to go away.

He'd got a cough.

And he got quite ill.

Cancer ....,they said he had .

But he was a big strong man!

A fighter...... a para, was me dad.

But sometimes,there's an enemy

You just can't fight.

And no matter how big you are.

It'll come and take you,

In the middle ......of the night!

Giajl © Jim Love 

For Danny Barrett