Daddy's Poem

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  1. Daddy's Poem


    > >Her hair was up in a pony tail,
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    > >her favourite dress tied with a bow.
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    > >Today was Daddy's Day at school,
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    > >and she couldn't wait to go.
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > >But her mummy tried to tell her,
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    > >that she probably should stay home.
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    > >Why the kids might not understand,
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    > >if she went to school alone.
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    > >
    > >
    > >But she was not afraid;
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    > >she knew just what to say.
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    > >What to tell her classmates
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    > >of why he wasn't there today.
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    > >
    > >
    > >But still her mother worried,
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    > >for her to face this day alone.
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    > >And that was why once again,
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    > >she tried to keep her daughter home.
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    > >
    > >
    > >But the little girl went to school
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    > >eager to tell them all.
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    > >About a dad she never sees
    > >
    > >a dad who never calls.
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    > >
    > >
    > >There
    > >were daddies along the back wall,
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    > >for everyone to meet.
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    > >Children squirming impatiently,
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    > >anxious in their seats
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    > >
    > >
    > >One by one the teacher called
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    > >a student from the class.
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    > >To introduce their daddy,
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    > >as seconds slowly passed.
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    > >
    > >
    > >At last the teacher called her name,
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    > >every child turned to stare.
    > >
    > >Each of them was searching,
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    > >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,'
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    > >another student dared to shout.
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > >And from somewhere near the back,
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    > >she heard a daddy say,
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    > >'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
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    > >too busy to waste his day.'
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    > >The words did not offend her,
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    > >as she smiled up at her Mum.
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    > >And looked back at her teacher,
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    > >who told her to go on.
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    > >
    > >
    > >
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    > >
    > >
    > >And with hands behind her back,
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    > >slowly she began to speak.
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    > >And out from the mouth of a child,
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    > >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,
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    > >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.
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    > >
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    > >We used to share fudge sundaes,
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    > >and ice cream in a cone.
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    > >And though you cannot see him.
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    > >I'm not standing here alone.
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    > >
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    > >'Cause my daddy's always with me,
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    > >even though we are apart
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    > >I know because he told me,
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    > >he'll forever be in my heart'
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    > >
    > >With that, her little hand reached up,
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    > >and lay across her chest.
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    > >Feeling her own heartbeat,
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    > >beneath her favourite dress.
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > >And from
    > >somewhere in the crowd of dads,
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    > >her mother stood in tears.
    > >
    > >Proudly watching her daughter,
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    > >who was wise beyond her years.
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > >For she stood up for the love
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    > >of a man not in her life.
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    > >Doing what was best for her,
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    > >doing what was right.
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    > >
    > >
    > >And when she dropped her hand back down,
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    > >staring straight into the crowd.
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    > >She finished with a voice so soft,
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    > >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 is a soldier
    > >
    > >And died just this past year
    > >
    > >When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
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    > >and taught brave men to fear.
    > >
    > >But sometimes when I close my eyes,
    > >
    > >it's like he never went away.'
    > >
    > >And then she closed her eyes,
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    > >and saw him there that day.
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    > >
    > >
    > >And to her mother's amazement,
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    > >she witnessed with surprise.
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    > >A room full of daddies and children,
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    > >all starting to close their eyes.
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    > >
    > >
    > >Who knows what they saw before them,
    > >
    > >who knows what they felt inside.
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    > >Perhaps for merely a second,
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    > >they saw him at her side.
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    > >
    > >
    > >'I know you're with me Daddy,'
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    > >to the silence she called out.
    > >
    > >And what happened next made believers,
    > >
    > >of those once filled with doubt.
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    > >
    > >
    > >Not one in that room could explain it,
    > >
    > >for each of their eyes had been closed.
    > >
    > >But there on the desk beside her,
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    > >was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
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    > >
    > >
    > >And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
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    > >by the love of her shining star.
    > >
    > >And given the gift of believing,
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    > >that heaven is never too far.






     
  2. I read this and cried =/
     
  3. no matter how manny times i read that it makes me cry
     
  4. :crying_anim::crying_anim:Yes me too .
     
  5. Not fair making me cry at work. What will my co-workers think?

    I loved it, thank you.
     
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    Makes me cry too, for this is my daughters story as well







     
  7. :crying_anim::crying_anim::crying_anim:
     
  8. :eek: :eek: :eek: You mean to say that you were browsing instead of working !?!? :eek:

    Anyway, just kidding......I'm not one of those. :D :D :D :dance:
     

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