FREDDIE

I saw Freddie every night
Wait at the gate
Hoping his daddy
Wouldn’t be late
He was a little boy
With black hair
And dark eyes
When I think of him
I still cry
His father would come
Walking down the street
I’d look at him
And then his feet
He’d be slobering
Drunk and unaware
The little boy loved him
But he didn’t care
I remember him on
His little bike
He was adorable
This little tyke
He was scream
Hello Daddy
His father would yell at him
Let me be
His mother no better
She didn’t help her son
She drank her liquor
She was another one
The father died
One cold winter night
No one cared
Except the little boy I held tight
He cried for his daddy
Who threw him around
All I could hear
Was his sobbing sound
Freddie grew up
And went on his way
I did hear
That he had better days
He is a drummer
In his own band
Loves his children
And never raises his hand
FREDDIE

FREDDIE

Sally Omar

Joined January 2008

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Freddie was a distant cousin who lived across the street from me when I was a
child…I always think of him…and send him good thoughts…

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