Daddy Poem

>Daddy’s Poem
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>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.
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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.
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>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 this 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.
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>”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 at her teacher, who told her to go on.
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>And with hands behind her 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 favourite dress.
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>And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her 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. 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.
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>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.
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>”I know you’re with me Daddy,” to the silence she called out.
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>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.
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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.
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>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.
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>If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you’re in a hurry and that
>you’ve forgotten your friends.
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>Take the time…to live and love!
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>Until eternity. God bless
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There are 3 types of people:1. People who make things happen.
2. People who watch what happens.
3. People who wondered what happened.