Dear God

Where is my Dad, still in the pub?

He always liked a drink

Mum got mad and told my Dad

‘You ought to see a shrink.'

Too late for him, my poor Dad died

His liver had had enough

Of smoke and drink and alcohol

And all that other stuff.

Where is my Mum, is she with you?

And with her little daughter

Who died aged two, along with Gran

Like two lambs to the slaughter.

Where is my unborn baby now?

On clouds of white above the earth

With angels looking over him

You took him long before his birth.

Where is my Chloe, is she with you?

She died so soon, before a day

Of being born, what had she done

For you to take her that way?

Our first grandchild, it hurts so much

For her to go before she knew

How much we loved her, all of us

She never knew. She never grew.

Please help our girl, poor Chloe's Mum

To deal with this and all the pain

It never goes, but hurts less now

But will she ever smile again?

So if you're there and hear this plea

I hope dear God you listen

Please take no more, I've had enough

The tears just roll and glisten

What can we do whilst in this World

To please you sir, so you won't hate

What we have done, what we've become