WHERE’S DADDY

WHERE’S DADDY

“Where’s daddy,” his daughter cries through the night.

“Where’s daddy,” his precious cries at first light.

He had been there so often to tuck her in,

And always there with his morning grin.

Her face lost some of the sparkle it had,

Because she doesn’t know what happened to dad.

She looks for him in the faces she does see.

But none of them are who she needs them to be.

They buried him in the ground last May.

She thought the funeral was a party to play.

She doesn’t understand where her best friend went,

While the family is sad with lament.

“Where’s daddy,” his princess cries each day.

“Where’s daddy? Why did he go away?”