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Daddy's Poem - A tribute to those who've gave all
retroxler58
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This is not mine but I felt I would share.
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Daddy's Poem
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 sees,
a dad Who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seat.
One by one the teacher called
On 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,
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 there 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 a 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 an American Soldier
And he died just this past year,
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
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 star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
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Daddy's Poem
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 sees,
a dad Who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seat.
One by one the teacher called
On 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,
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 there 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 a 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 an American Soldier
And he died just this past year,
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
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 star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
Comments
If you can't feel the music; it's only pink noise!
I would love to read that poem during our service - but I know I could not get through it.
I also present the folded Flag to the next-of-kin at our military funerals. Sometimes that is a tough job, as it was just this morning.
I wonder, if I could be "tougher" and not so emotional about this sort of thing
- or is it OK to not be so callous and have a little bit of empathy at such an occasion?
Thank you for sharing.
A Vet
I am "that guy" in charge of the Memorial Day services for our community.
I would love to read that poem during our service - but I know I could not get through it.
I also present the folded Flag to the next-of-kin at our military funerals. Sometimes that is a tough job, as it was just this morning.
I wonder, if I could be "tougher" and not so emotional about this sort of thing
- or is it OK to not be so callous and have a little bit of empathy at such an occasion?
There is no shame in shedding a tear in public.
quote:Originally posted by US Military Guy
I am "that guy" in charge of the Memorial Day services for our community.
I would love to read that poem during our service - but I know I could not get through it.
I also present the folded Flag to the next-of-kin at our military funerals. Sometimes that is a tough job, as it was just this morning.
I wonder, if I could be "tougher" and not so emotional about this sort of thing
- or is it OK to not be so callous and have a little bit of empathy at such an occasion?
There is no shame in shedding a tear in public.
Amen
Only thing that matters, is that you realize and know why you did.
I would love to read that poem during our service - but I know I could not get through it.
I also present the folded Flag to the next-of-kin at our military funerals. Sometimes that is a tough job, as it was just this morning.
I wonder, if I could be "tougher" and not so emotional about this sort of thing
- or is it OK to not be so callous and have a little bit of empathy at such an occasion?
More times than I can count as the NCOIC of the Honor Guard detail I have done that duty of kneeling before the family and presenting the folded colors "on behalf of The President of The United States and a grateful nation" for both veterans who have lived a full life and for young men and women who paid the full price in conflict.
While I keep my voice in check and speak in a steady soft tone, on more than one occasion I have had tears in my eyes as I stood back up and rendered the solemn salute. I have witnessed my team with tears tracks on their face as they have fired the volley and Taps has played.
I never want to become so cold that the loss of one of my brothers or sisters in arms does not impact me in some way.
quote:I am "that guy" in charge of the Memorial Day services for our community.
I would love to read that poem during our service - but I know I could not get through it.
I also present the folded Flag to the next-of-kin at our military funerals. Sometimes that is a tough job, as it was just this morning.
I wonder, if I could be "tougher" and not so emotional about this sort of thing
- or is it OK to not be so callous and have a little bit of empathy at such an occasion?
More times than I can count as the NCOIC of the Honor Guard detail I have done that duty of kneeling before the family and presenting the folded colors "on behalf of The President of The United States and a grateful nation" for both veterans who have lived a full life and for young men and women who paid the full price in conflict.
While I keep my voice in check and speak in a steady soft tone, on more than one occasion I have had tears in my eyes as I stood back up and rendered the solemn salute. I have witnessed my team with tears tracks on their face as they have fired the volley and Taps has played.
I never want to become so cold that the loss of one of my brothers or sisters in arms does not impact me in some way.
Well said...
God Bless those who are, have, and will serve this country, especially those who gave all and those who have scars emotional or otherwise.
I hate seeing a post like this just vanish Into the Night unless everybody had a chance to read it and copy it