For My Father

August 13, 2008
By Kathryn Lazar, Fredericksburg, VA

My fathers gone away to war
And there’s nothing I can do.
But hope and pray and hold still for
The day he comes back into view.

There’s a hole of emptiness in my heart
That only a daughter could feel for her Dad.
Who knew I’d feel it the day he’d depart?
When it took him away to a place called Baghdad.

How good could Christmas be this year,
Without his laughter, fun and smile,
Without my father sitting near,
This Christmas hardly seems worthwhile.

This war can only be described,
By the things that it has left deprived.


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