[indigo]

A Dads Poem
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>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.
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>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.
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>But she was not afraid;
>she knew just what to say.
>What to tell her classmates
>of why he wasn't there today.
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>But still her mother worried,
>for her to face thi! s day alone.
>And that was why once again,
>she tried to keep her daughter home.
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>But the little girl went to school
>eager to tell them all.
>About a dad she never sees
>a dad who never calls.
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>There were daddies along the wall in back,
>for everyone to meet.
>Children squirming impatiently,
>anxious in their seats
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>One by one the teacher called
>a student from the class.
>To introduce their daddy,
>as seconds slowly passed.
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>At last the teacher called her name,
>every child turned to stare.
>Each of them was searching,
>a man who wasn't there.
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>"Where's her daddy at?"
>she heard a boy call out.
>"She probably doesn't have one,"
>another student dared to shout.
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>And from somewhere near the back,
>she heard a daddy say,
>"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
>too busy to waste his day."
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>The words did not offend her,
>as she smiled up at her Mom.
>And looked back a! t her teacher,
>who told her to go on.
>And with hands behind he r back,
>slowly she began to speak.
>And out from the mouth of a child,
>came words incredibly unique.
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>"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.
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>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.
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>We used to share fudge sundaes,
>and ice cream in a cone.
>And though you cannot see him.
>I'm not standing here alone.
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>"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"
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>With that, her little hand reached up,
>and lay across her chest.
>Feeling her own heartbeat,
>beneath her favorite dress.
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>And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
>h! er mother stood in tears.
>Proudly watching her daughter,
>who was wise beyond her years.
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>For she stood up for the love
>of a man not in her life.
>Doing what was best for her,
>doing what was right.
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>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.
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>"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.
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>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.
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>Who knows what they saw before them,
>who k! nows 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.
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>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.
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>And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
>by the love of her shining star.
>And given the gift of believing,
>that heaven is never too far.
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>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.

I am posting this on the spirituality site too namasté indigo