[Elfsea] OT Thanksgiving Poem

Rixende rixende at gmail.com
Fri Nov 26 14:19:34 PST 2010


Thank you!

Rixende

On Nov 23, 2010, at 7:50 AM, Darr Sarah <ladyadelaide at sbcglobal.net> wrote:

>                                           GIVE THANKS THIS THANKGIVING                                             
> If you can read this entire 
> poem without a tear in your eye or lump in your throat, you are a stronger 
> person than I am.
> Daddy's Poem
> 
> 
> 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 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,
> 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 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.
> 
>  
> 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.
> Take the time...to live and 
> love.
> Until eternity..
> There must be many children in 
> the same boat as this little girl, thanks to our servicemen and their 
> families for the sacrifice they are making to keep our country 
> Free.
>  
> 
>  
>  
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