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| A Dads Poem
A Dads 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 thi! s 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 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. > >"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, >h! er 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 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. > >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, >that 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. I am posting this on the spirituality site too namasté indigo
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