Dad Who Never Came Back

• Kyle Benadie, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

There stood a grave
For a man named Dave.
It’s all very sad since he’s not back
All he might ever see, is the big bad black.
He always loved this one very dart
And for me he will always be in my very heart.
After that one war,
I wished he’d be a little bit more.
I know that as I turned older
That in my heart he will always be bolder.
But Mum said not to stress
But I knew I was doing my best.
Oh father why did you not came back?
My world will be so black.
You have always been the best
But now you need to rest.