Daddy's Poem

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  1. GS-Rock

    GS-Rock New Member

    check out this e mail i got today, its nice

    Subject: Daddys poem

    Daddy's Poem

    Her hair was up in a pony tail,
    her favorite dress tied with a bow.
    Today was Daddy's Day at school,
    and she couldn't wait to go.

    But her mommy tried to tell her,
    that she probably should stay home.
    Why the kids might not understand,
    if she went to school alone.

    But she was not afraid;
    she knew just what to say.
    What to tell her classmates
    of why he wasn't there today.

    But still her mother worried,
    for her to face this day alone.
    And that was why once again,
    she tried to keep her daughter home.

    But the little girl went to school
    eager to tell them all.
    ;About a dad she never sees
    a dad who never calls.

    There were daddies along the wall in back,
    for everyone to meet.
    Children squirming impatiently,
    anxious in their seats

    One by one the teacher called
    a student from the class.
    To introduce their daddy,
    as seconds slowly passed.

    At last the teacher called her name,
    every child! turned to stare.
    Each of them was searching,
    a man who wasn't there.

    "Where's her daddy at?"
    she heard a boy call out.
    "She probably doesn't have one,"
    another student dared to shout.

    And from somewhere near the back,
    she heard a daddy say,
    "Looks like another deadbeat dad,
    too busy to waste his day."

    The words did not offend her,
    as she sm iled up at her Mom.
    And looked back at her teacher,
    who told her to go on.

    And with hands behind her back,
    slowly she began to speak.
    And out from the mouth of a child,
    came words incredibly unique.

    "My Daddy couldn't be here,
    because he lives so far away.
    But I know he wishes he could be,
    since this is such a special day.

    And though you cannot meet him,
    I wanted you to know.
    All about my daddy,
    and how much he loves me so.

    He loved to tell me stories
    he taught me to ride my bike.
    He surprised me with pink roses,
    and taught me to fly a kite.

    We used to share fudge sundaes,
    and ice cream in a cone.
    And though you cannot see him.
    I'm not standing here alone.

    "Cause my daddy's always with me,
    even though we are apart
    I know because he told me,
    he'll forever be in my heart"

    With that, her little hand reached up,
    and lay across her chest.
    Feeling her own heartbeat,
    beneath her favorite dress.

    And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
    her mother stood in tears.
    Proudly watching her daughter,
    who was wise beyond her years.

    For she stood up for the love
    of a man not in her life.
    Doing what was best for her,
    doing what was right.

    And when she dropped her hand back down,
    staring straight into the crowd.
    She finished with a voice so soft,
    but its message clear and loud.

    "I love my daddy very much,
    he's my shining star.
    And if he could, he'd be here,
    but heaven's just too far.

    You see he was a policeman
    and died just this past year
    When airplanes hit the towers
    and taught Americans to fear.

    But sometimes when I close my eyes,
    it's like he never went away."
    And then she closed her eyes,
    and saw him there that day.

    And to her mothers amazement,
    she witnessed with surprise.
    A room full of daddies and children,
    all starting to close their eyes.

    Who knows what they saw before them,
    who knows what they felt inside.
    Perhaps for merely a second,
    they saw him at her side.

    "I know you're with me Daddy,"
    to the silence she called out.
    And what happened next made believers,
    of those once filled with doubt.

    Not one in that room could explain it,
    for each of their eyes had been closed.
    But there on the desk beside her,
    was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

    And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
    by the love of her shining star.
    And given the gift of believing,
    t! hat heaven is never too far.

    They say it takes a minute to find a special
    person, an hour to appreciate them,
    a day to love them, but then an entire
    life to forget them.

    Send this to the people you'll never forget and
    remember to send it also to the person that sent
    it to you. It's a short message to let them know
    that you'll never forget them.

    If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're
    in a hurry and that you've forgotten your

    Take the live and ! love.
    Until eternity. God bless


    "If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and
    rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the

    Benjamin Franklin, 1735, Poor Richard's Almanac
  2. TDawgNOk

    TDawgNOk Gathering Monitor (Instigator)

    Tulsa, Oklahoma
    Oh man, what an awesome, moving poem, THANK YOU!.


  3. Deltalover

    Deltalover New Member

    Tracy Calif
    Excelent! Thanks for sharing that!
  4. Phil Washburn

    Phil Washburn New Member

    Shawnee OK
    brought tears to my eyes
  5. TOPS

    TOPS New Member

    Very good poem, Thanks for sharing!
  6. wpsatisfide

    wpsatisfide New Member

    Pawleys Island, SC
    Great poem, thanks!
  7. Bubbakat

    Bubbakat New Member

    Makes the heart ponder the moment doesn't it?
  8. fwmud

    fwmud New Member

    Wilson's Mills,nc
    The only word that any of us should type after reading that....................

  9. blackwaterkatz

    blackwaterkatz Active Member

    Andrews, SC
    Wonderful to read..we should all stop and take account of the world around us, and reflect on the many things to be thankful for, and not dwell on the negatives.
    Cherish your loved ones, for you never know when God will call them back to Him.
  10. r ward

    r ward New Member

    Kathleen G
    yeah if that don't effect you your dead
  11. SilverCross

    SilverCross New Member

    Fairbury, Illin
    I agree with Phil and it was very moving. Thanks for sharing.