To you I may be very small,
but you don't really know at all,
I've learned to grow up rather fast,
during the little time that's past.
I'm only three but I'm always sad ,
I really, really miss my dad,
he's in a country far away,
facing danger every day.
It breaks my heart to see mum cry,
I know the reason but I still ask why?
she's trying to act all brave and tough,
but I know inside it's not enough.
So as I pray and pray,
that daddy will come back one day,
I place my hand onto mum's heart,
to show that we aren't truly apart.
by llamag0ddess
thank you for reading my poem, it means a lot. xxx
