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Mummy, where is daddy? I asked this when I was aged three,
He wasn't around as you can see.
I can remember when he tucked me in,
He warm hands always did the right thing.

Then one day he disappeared,
Mummy completely lost it and nearly jumped off a pier.
I asked my big sister where my daddy was,
But she turned around; her face looked lost.

When I turned 10 mummy told me,
Daddy died when I was three.
I cried all day, then all night.
I remembered him as a bright light.

He had been fighting in war, to honour his country,
But he lost his war, as his jeep was blown into smithereens.
I might not be able to remember him that well,
But when I think about him; tears start swell.

My Daddy is my hero; he looks after me when things aren't right.
He is up above in a beautiful place; he is going to meet me there when I die; he is going to tell me the bedtime stories that I missed and give my mum an excellent kiss.

Mummy, where is Daddy? I asked when I was aged three.
Now I know he is in a place called heaven waiting for me.