Posted on 04/12/2002 7:29:07 PM PDT by Mo1
Barf alert.
"Daddy's Day"
Her hair was up in a ponytail, 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 see 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, 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 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 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.
Oh how selfish these cable stations are
Even tough my dad wasn't a fireman I can relate .. my dad died when I was 7yrs old .. and even though I couldn't see him .. I too knew he was always there ..
Well I gotta go clean this house .. I've been ignoring the kiddies again ..
When my husband died in Nov 92, even though we had years of talking about death, dying, planning, etc., his presence stayed with me until after I spent my first night in this house in Oct 94.
This essense or presence or being caused me to look at homes and buildings, not with the eyes of a woman, i.e., decorating possibilities, storage, etc., but rather at structural correctness, lifetimes of things like roofs, siding, water pumps, etc.,....things that generally aren't on a woman's Top 10 Lists of Things to Look for in a New Home!!
At first, I was really concerned about this--sort of thought I was 'losing' it, but in no time having this essence/presence around was good, nice, comforting....because when I apparently made the 'right' decisions, I never had to fret or second guess....and when it wasn't the 'right' decision--turmoil seemed to remain, until I rethought my position/decision/whatever.
I don't have a good feeling about tomorrow's meeting; don't ask why, I just don't.
I have to agree with you there ..
Ok ... I'm off again ... lots to still do .. BBL
102 posted on 4/13/02 12:03 PM Central by Rowdee
Excellent - thank you!
Powell Assasinated by Arafat?
That would get everyone realigned for the continuing war on terror
So9
""Ain't gonna cartwheel on a platform no more, no more, no more, no more".
ROTFLMBO!!!
Arafat wouldn't soil his personal hands. Then he couldn't claim that he had no ability to control it. But you're right. It would definitely put things in a clearer perspective.
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