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 were 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, as 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 b
ecause 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 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
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 mother's 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 bright star. And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

i just wanted to keep this...
i love this poem so much, bc of my daddy,
he died when i was little, i never told my
class like she did, but they all figured
it out when at the daddy daughter dances,
i danced with my grandpa and my mom,
and not my daddy.

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Daddy's poem Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress

15 faves · 8 comments · Jul 3, 2009 12:25am

ArtLover · 1 decade ago
i wish i had the courage to do that when i was little

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ladyeve46 · 1 decade ago
I cried when i read this --my husband died and my children even after 9 yrs is having a hard time dealing with his death.. more so my son--he was 11 yrs old and my daughter was 20-- my son is still so heart broken--i try to help him with this but he just keeps going to the grave --and talks to his Dad --sometimes for a hour--his death
has really broken my sons heart
he is now 20 fixing to be 21--my daughter is handling it better then my son

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Gamier · 1 decade ago
This is a plagiarized piece of work. It belongs to Cheryl Costello-Forshey, copyright 2000.
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AnqieBaabaah · 1 decade ago
- I love this poem so much <3 & Awwh im sorry about your dad , atleast you met your dad :\\\
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trinny · 1 decade ago
i cryed when i read this its based on my life to the only this is my dad left me when i was four, he had other family and i guess they were more better
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PINK__ox · 1 decade ago
i cried. i love this
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mislogan098 · 1 decade ago
ohhmyygoddd..thats reeele gooo. im sorry bout your dad ;[
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axc1818 · 1 decade ago
This is so sweet. I'm sorry about your dad, I would never have the guts to do that. It almost brought me to tears.
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