11th April, 2015
By: Jefferson . J. E. Wallace, Retired Class Teacher, Deputy Head Teacher, T.V/Radio Broadcaster, Community Education, National AIDS Coordinator, National Disabled Chairman, National Drug Advisory Council Chairman, CARICOM Drug Education Advisor, Health Educator and Director of Youth and Community Affairs
When I was small and growing well,
I wished my daddy could me tell,
Some stories he had known so well,
But daddy wasn't there!
Day in day out, I'd wait to see,
If he would e're come home quickly,
Spending some time, I'd dream with me,
But daddy wasn't there!
My had had gone, my mom had said,
He'd died somehow, long he'd been dead,
Destroyed when crack had cracked his head,
So daddy couldn't be there.
Should your daddy know at a drug nook,
Pray, tell him, drugs my daddy took,
And I upon his face couldn't look,
For my daddy isn't here.
By: Jefferson . J. E. Wallace, Retired Class Teacher, Deputy Head Teacher, T.V/Radio Broadcaster, Community Education, National AIDS Coordinator, National Disabled Chairman, National Drug Advisory Council Chairman, CARICOM Drug Education Advisor, Health Educator and Director of Youth and Community Affairs
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Daddy Wasn't There
When I was small and growing well,
I wished my daddy could me tell,
Some stories he had known so well,
But daddy wasn't there!
Day in day out, I'd wait to see,
If he would e're come home quickly,
Spending some time, I'd dream with me,
But daddy wasn't there!
My had had gone, my mom had said,
He'd died somehow, long he'd been dead,
Destroyed when crack had cracked his head,
So daddy couldn't be there.
Should your daddy know at a drug nook,
Pray, tell him, drugs my daddy took,
And I upon his face couldn't look,
For my daddy isn't here.
By: J. J. E. Wallace
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