August 28, 2009
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 back wall,
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 is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
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,
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 star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
Thanks to David M.
Posted by Cassandra at August 28, 2009 08:33 AM
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That is just beautiful. Thanks for posting.
Posted by: Miss Ladybug at August 28, 2009 09:40 AM
Darnit Cass...you made me cry a little.
Beautiful...Thanks for sharing =)
Posted by: Mjolnir at August 28, 2009 10:20 AM
Yeah, no matter how many times I read this...my monitor always gets all blurry. I better run it over to tech support to see whats wrong.
Posted by: David M at August 28, 2009 10:33 AM
Heaven is just next door. This is the first time I have ever read this poem. Teary-eyed...
Posted by: Cricket at August 28, 2009 11:53 AM
The families of the people who protect us deserve or praise and honor as well as the protectors. Without their support and love, the soldier, sailor, airman, marine, coastie, police officer, fire fighter, etc., etc. who have little to defend.
They are always together, whether near of far, these families. Please remember them all in your thoughts and prayers. It is the least we can do, but it means so much.
Posted by: Kbob in Katy at August 28, 2009 01:24 PM
Dang monitor blur. Must be the new glasses . . .
Posted by: LittleRed1 at August 28, 2009 02:57 PM
Do you know how hard it is to explain tears at work?
Warn a poor guy next time.
Posted by: Russ at August 28, 2009 03:31 PM
You made this old vet cry.
Posted by: Jim Oram at August 28, 2009 04:14 PM
Some of you may think this is odd, but I've always thought one of the sexiest things on earth is a man who is not afraid to cry when the situation merits such a response.
One of my favorite memories of my husband occurred at the wedding of our oldest son. He was asked to do one of the readings. It was one of the readings we had at our own wedding nearly 25 years ago.
I doubt he remembered that, but we women never forget anything :p
He reads beautifully. It was a verse from the Song of Solomon, and when he got to the final line he got a bit choked up. I don't think I have ever loved him more than I did at that moment.
I think that is the last thing I'd like to think of, before I die.
Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2009 04:27 PM
I don't think it's odd. I've always loved the combination of strength with hints of the emotional vulnerability/depth in a good man.
As a kid who lost her dad... Yeah, I cried when I read the poem.
Posted by: FbL at August 28, 2009 06:17 PM
Good Lord in Heaven! You go from "showing off your weiner" to this? My emotions cannot handle such extremes!
My friend lost her husband in Iraq in 2007. She printed this poem out and gave it to her daughter in a frame along with a picture of her husband (the girl's dad) after the funeral. That picture hangs on the wall above her bed and always will.
Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at August 28, 2009 07:45 PM
I knew I should not have read it at work. I knew that I cry every time I read this poem. But it is so beautiful, I could not stay away... Thanks!
Posted by: olga at August 28, 2009 08:32 PM
Reminds me of our local Patriot Guard Riders when we were asked to attend a summer camp for children of military families whose parent(s) were deceased or serving away from home. Astonishing how grown-up they were in handling the absence.
Kneeling down and listening to their story face to face is one of the most moving experiences of my life. Their innocence makes the story all the more moving. One little girl said some of her friends in school don't understand her story but "That's Okay!"
Out of the mouths of children the truth is laid bare for all who want to understand. I am better for the experience.
Posted by: vet66 at August 29, 2009 09:57 AM
I am a Gold Star Marnine Mom. I lost my son, LCPL Jeffrey D. Walker on May 14, 2007 to a snipers bullet in Al Anbar Iraq. Jeffrey left behind a son, Conner. Conner was 5 months old when he lost his daddy. It has been my job as his Nana to make sure that he knows his daddy. I take my job very seriously. His legacy will live on!! He will NEVER be forgotten. Conner is now 3 years old and he is wanting to see his daddy. He ask me where does daddy live....I want to go see him. I love him and miss him Nana. It tears my heart out of my chest just like the day we got the news about my son. I will be there at EVERY function that he may have at school that his daddy cannot be at. Nana will stand in! It is so sad that these kids have to go thru this in their young lives. GOD GIVE US STRENGTH!! Hold our hands and be here with us because.....Heaven is NEVER too far!!! Semper Fi!!
Posted by: Teresa at January 28, 2010 03:43 PM
this remined me of a man i never ment. i cryed n i read it...thanks for posting god bless.
Posted by: cindy at July 4, 2010 09:50 PM