Daddy’s gone on holiday, daddy’s gone away.
This is what I get told by people every single day.
I’m not allowed to call him or see him face to face.
I think he must be somewhere, in a special place.
They told me grandad’s sleeping and that he’s become a star, but I don’t want this to be, the sky is way too far. How will I get to wake him, when he is right up there. Why can’t he just sleep, in his favourite chair?