Daddy Come Home

• Brianna Smith, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2013

Daddy come back,
I'll miss you so,
I watched you fly away.
The roar of jet engines
I don't understand,
But please? Come home someday?
3 years have passed,
I'm all grown up,
Your little girl is gone,
But I still miss you everyday,
Daddy! Please, come home!
We got the call, night before last,
Red poppies line the path,
Other girls like me are crying,

Daddy's home at last.