Faith sits and watches the telly,
Though you can tell that something is wrong
Her sister is not sat with her,
She's gone away but not for too long.
Rosa has flown to Spain
With her grandma Jackie and granddad Mick,
It's her first time on a plane
I wonder if she enjoyed it or if it made her sick.
She's only gone for a week
But she's never been away that long before
The odd night she's stayed away
But always in England, never a distant shore.
She'll be back on Friday
But the house doesn't seem the same,
Faith misses her badly
She can't play with her on the Xbox game.
She'll have a good time
And give me a big hug I hope,
This is only a week
When she moves out for good I don't know if I'll cope.
There an age before that,
As she's only nearly turning seven,
But with only one here,
There's something missing from my heaven.

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