MY DAD

I never really got to know my dad,
Spending 17 years of my life abroad,
I was an army wife and sometimes life was hard,
My dad never did come across to stay,
To see his grandchildren, to watch them play.

The only time he saw us all was when we went home,
It wasn’t much, just once a year and then we were gone,
And then he was left on his own.

But he was never one to grumble my dad,
He just got on with his life,
One day he and my mam parted,
Ending all the trouble and strife.

He used to have a caravan at the seaside,
To him he could go there and hide,
Just take off without a care,
please himself, never deciding what to wear.

Then came the shock of him dying,
It was an heart attack, he wouldn’t live by the rules,
It meant taking his tablets, change his lifestyle,
But he was no fool.

He just got on with his life, with what time he had,
Cutting short our time together, so much,
Not said, not done, I found it so sad.

By
MARIE ANNE EDWARDS
© Copyright Reserved 2009

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