I was but 6,
When my father left me
Just turning 7 on that very day.
I remember it clearly,
Watching him walk down the garden path.
My mother making a celebration dinner
Behind me.
I got a lump in my throat
As he turned and waved,
With a grin on his face.
He had told me,
Not to worry.
I'll be back soon, he reassured me.
Everyday, I stayed at that window,
Nowhere to play, Incase of a bombing.
My eyes flickered this way and that
As I waited for my father
To come back and save me.
2 years passed by and it was still
Just my mother and I.
But it was a week after my eighth
When the ambulance came,
And took my mother away
Because she fell over.
A nurse came over
A couple hours later,
She patted my shoulder
And told me my mother
Had passed away
Because of a weak heart.
But I know better,
Something they didn't.
My mother died with a
Hole in her heart.
A hole where my father
Used to lay.
So mother, if you're listening
I call to you now,
Don't worry 'bout me,
Just go to my father.
And thus I was an orphan,
In the after effects of war.
With not much to eat
And even less to drink.
Day by day I wandered the streets
Through rain and snow
And even some sleet.
I don't know how long
I was out there.
But now I lay in a bush
By the side,
With a smile on my face.
Because there's something I know.
I'm dying right here
Slow as can be.
But that bothers me not,
For I look to the sky
And whisper to the stars;
"Mother and father,
If you're listening right now,
I just thought I'd tell you
I'm coming there soon,
Coming to join you.
Join you up there in the sky."
When my father left me
Just turning 7 on that very day.
I remember it clearly,
Watching him walk down the garden path.
My mother making a celebration dinner
Behind me.
I got a lump in my throat
As he turned and waved,
With a grin on his face.
He had told me,
Not to worry.
I'll be back soon, he reassured me.
Everyday, I stayed at that window,
Nowhere to play, Incase of a bombing.
My eyes flickered this way and that
As I waited for my father
To come back and save me.
2 years passed by and it was still
Just my mother and I.
But it was a week after my eighth
When the ambulance came,
And took my mother away
Because she fell over.
A nurse came over
A couple hours later,
She patted my shoulder
And told me my mother
Had passed away
Because of a weak heart.
But I know better,
Something they didn't.
My mother died with a
Hole in her heart.
A hole where my father
Used to lay.
So mother, if you're listening
I call to you now,
Don't worry 'bout me,
Just go to my father.
And thus I was an orphan,
In the after effects of war.
With not much to eat
And even less to drink.
Day by day I wandered the streets
Through rain and snow
And even some sleet.
I don't know how long
I was out there.
But now I lay in a bush
By the side,
With a smile on my face.
Because there's something I know.
I'm dying right here
Slow as can be.
But that bothers me not,
For I look to the sky
And whisper to the stars;
"Mother and father,
If you're listening right now,
I just thought I'd tell you
I'm coming there soon,
Coming to join you.
Join you up there in the sky."
