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Sandra S. Corona

When I last saw Daddy
he was ill, shrouded in white.
He said to be a good girl . . .
to learn to ride my bike.
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
I rode, still he left us
and I didn't understand.
What was this thing--cancer--
that hurts a full grown man?
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
Daddy was laid to sleep;
Mom would not let me go.
Where did they hide my Daddy?
Will someone let me know?
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
In my dreams Daddy's home--
in his arms ev'rything's swell.
So if you see my Daddy
send him home for a spell.
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
God, please take his cancer
it's the only gift I need.
You know how much I love him . . .
bring him home . . . or please take me.

www.corona-ebooks.com (go to Forum; SillySal's Ramblings)
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Christmas of 1953

Contributed by sillysal on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 05:31:10 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

Christmas of 1953
Sandra S. Corona

When I last saw Daddy
he was ill, shrouded in white.
He said to be a good girl . . .
to learn to ride my bike.
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
I rode, still he left us
and I didn't understand.
What was this thing--cancer--
that hurts a full grown man?
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
Daddy was laid to sleep;
Mom would not let me go.
Where did they hide my Daddy?
Will someone let me know?
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
In my dreams Daddy's home--
in his arms ev'rything's swell.
So if you see my Daddy
send him home for a spell.
All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.
God, please take his cancer
it's the only gift I need.
You know how much I love him . . .
bring him home . . . or please take me.

www.corona-ebooks.com (go to Forum; SillySal's Ramblings)

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Re: Christmas of 1953 (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 06:18:24 PM AEST
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Another touching write..... your use of repetition served well.....
Hugs
Jenni

Re: Christmas of 1953 (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 07:22:12 PM AEST
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Gosh, this brings tears. I was only 6 when my adored GrandFather died and I did not understand. I was not allowed to go to the funeral and no one took the time to explain to me what happened. I was so distraught because 'Poppy' was my world. This is a wonderful write. Thank you for sharing.

Rita

Re: Christmas of 1953 (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 08:44:56 PM AEST
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Oh my...This is very sad. It's terrible how children are left to figure things out for themselves sometimes. People need to realize that children can sense things very well, and that they have a right to know, too.

I like this poem. I found it slightly too repetetive, but generally, it worked really well, and it definitley pulled my heart strings

Great write,
*hugs*
Phil xxx

Re: Christmas of 1953 (User Rating: 1 )
by dougnut on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 01:52:03 AM AEST
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What a great emotional true story poem

brought a tear to my eye., Sorry for your loss

love your writing.

Doug :-)

Re: Christmas of 1953 (User Rating: 1 )
by Adelle on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 02:32:02 AM AEST
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wow thats really good, got right to my heart, made me tear up-
shanna

Re: Christmas of 1953 (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 12:38:49 PM AEST
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a real tear jerker.. This was very sad. I liked how you kept repeating the lines

:: I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.::

I liked this alot.. Great poem

take care
christina

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