About a little child that lost their daddy
And very very small.
Everyone above me seemed to be,
At least ten feet tall.
Looking back I believed,
All that I was told.
I looked up to everyone,
Being only three years old.
Christmas didn't come that year,
The snow It never came.
That was the day my father died;
No the snow It never fell,
But the tears did just the same.
How I waited for the snow to fall,
So Santa Clause would call.
For being only three,
I believed he could fulfill my wish,
And bring my daddy back to me.
There's no once upon a time,
Or happy endings once the die is cast.
Just the feelings of emptiness,
That never goes away,
And always seems to last.
Yes I waited That Christmas,
For the snowflakes to fall.
Well you would if you were me,
And only three feet tall.
Dreaming that night my father came,
I heard his voice clearly calling out my name.
He handed me a snowglobe of our town.
Then showed me how to shake it,
And turn it upside down.
I watched in awe,
As the snowflakes began to fall.
Well you would if you were me,
And only three feet tall.
He told me that he missed me,
As he said. "Remember I always
Loved you and if you're feeling low,
Just shake the snowglobe.
Then you always will have snow".
I woke up Christmas day,
Realising my daddy loved me.
He didn't want to go away.
I don't know how he left that snowglobe,
As I thought of him that Christmas day.
I still shake it and turn it,
To watch the snowflakes fall.
Well you would if you were me,
And only three feet tall.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-12-27 at 02:00
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THE SNOW GLOBE (reposted for Christmas)
When I was only three,And very very small.
Everyone above me seemed to be,
At least ten feet tall.
Looking back I believed,
All that I was told.
I looked up to everyone,
Being only three years old.
Christmas didn't come that year,
The snow It never came.
That was the day my father died;
No the snow It never fell,
But the tears did just the same.
How I waited for the snow to fall,
So Santa Clause would call.
For being only three,
I believed he could fulfill my wish,
And bring my daddy back to me.
There's no once upon a time,
Or happy endings once the die is cast.
Just the feelings of emptiness,
That never goes away,
And always seems to last.
Yes I waited That Christmas,
For the snowflakes to fall.
Well you would if you were me,
And only three feet tall.
Dreaming that night my father came,
I heard his voice clearly calling out my name.
He handed me a snowglobe of our town.
Then showed me how to shake it,
And turn it upside down.
I watched in awe,
As the snowflakes began to fall.
Well you would if you were me,
And only three feet tall.
He told me that he missed me,
As he said. "Remember I always
Loved you and if you're feeling low,
Just shake the snowglobe.
Then you always will have snow".
I woke up Christmas day,
Realising my daddy loved me.
He didn't want to go away.
I don't know how he left that snowglobe,
As I thought of him that Christmas day.
I still shake it and turn it,
To watch the snowflakes fall.
Well you would if you were me,
And only three feet tall.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 64 times
Written on 2023-12-27 at 02:00
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