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
dont 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 the 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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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Each December brings the party season and sees an increase in drink driving everywhere. This piece today highlights the effects drink driving can have on our lives. I make no apology for re-posting this sad piece today.
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Comments9
Such strong words d a, to lose a loved one, especially a mum in this way is devastating.
Andy
If I can make a few think beforehand, I will be pleased.
Reading this felt like I just stood in front of a freight train and waited for it to hit me. And boy did it hurt.
A good read, and no I'm not crying. "Sniff"
Thank you Nicholas. I wanted a hard hitting story for this message. I'm pleased to read you felt it.
A sensitive write dusk.
I remember this from maybe the first round ... who could possibly forget it ..
Sadly quite brilliant sir & of course timely given that the silly season has already hit ................ cheers N
Thank you Neville. I hits me in the guts re-reading it..... i shall post it time and again at party time i think.
Such a good write of loss Dusk....
I hope the drink driving message shines through though. Thank Lorna.
I know in my youth I did the stupidest of things but thank the almighty that I never hurt anyone.
Sometime ago I concluded that any substance, alcohol or drugs, that impair our ability to act coherently is to deprive ourselves of memorable moments.
Loss of any life is tragic but to stupidity is abhorrent.
Thanks for sharing
I know that my readership is tiny and cant change the world but if i could stop just one person from drink driving then my job is done. Thank you for your sincere comments.
Sometimes daddy don't come home and sometimes he never showed up at all. Just a thought
Then daddy was an irresponsible git who should have been made to wear a condom.
Agreed
Truly put
It’s emotional and devastating to those victims of the drink
They speed thrills, but kills
Wonder this drink which can make one speed
How can it be thrilling
A drink I never support
What can it elevate
The sadness or happiness
It’s just a beginner
A door for miseries
You surely lighted the one of the most crucial matches, shedding light upon an important issue
Thanks a lot dear Dusk for this heartfelt piece
For me in my younger socialising days drink was always a welcome lubricant and i can see that has not changed, I don't seek to change that here. Just to strongly relate a message "If you drive don't drink".
Thanks for reading and your comments as always spliier.
A story of lives shattered from pain, trauma, and loss, told achingly too well. Top marks DA. A vividly emotional canvass.
Thank you Garth. Stay safe this christmas.
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