The car took him away.
But, Buster and me had to stay.
Will he be back for supper?
Supper? No, not for supper.
Will Daddy be back for my birthday?
Your birthday? Who’s to say!
Bye, Daddy, bye, bye.
I’m trying hard not to cry.
• Juanita Hadley McCallon resides in Juneau. This poem was written in honor of her father U.S. Army veteran Lawrence L. Hadley, who served in World War II. The Capital City Weekly accepts submissions of poetry, fiction and nonfiction for Writers’ Weir. To submit a piece for consideration, email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.