Quote from Forum Archives on April 19, 2005, 12:52 pm

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

 "A Dads Poem" 

 

  

 

  Her hair was up in a pony tail,
  her  favourite 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,
  for 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,
  she smiled 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 favourite dress. 

 

  And from somewhere 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 fireman
  and died just this past year
  When aeroplanes 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,
  that heaven is never too far. 

 

 

"Dear God"

 

I called tonight
to talk a little while,
I need a friend who'll listen
to my anxiety and trial...

You see, I can't quite make it
through a day just on my own.
I need your love to guide me,
so I'll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep,
my family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
for whatever fate they are bound.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
each hour throughout the day,
and not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.

I thank you God, for being home
and listening to my call.
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
that answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening
to my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night God, I love You too,
and I'll call again tomorrow!
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Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara

 

 

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