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Just some various thoughts / poems and miscellaneous things that touch my heart


"DADDY'S DAY" - get out the kleenex box, you are gonna need it
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 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 be forever 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.

 

"A MOTHER'S WATCH" - a poem that reminds me of my grandmother who passed away on April 29, 2001
She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;On party nights till we came home, she often sat and read.We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay;How much our Mother worried when we children were away.

We only knew she never slept, when we were out at night;And that she waited just to know, that we’d come home alright.


Why, sometimes when we’d stay away, till one, or two, or three;It seemed to us that Mother heard, the turning of the key.

For always when we stepped inside she’d call and we’d reply;But we were all too young back then, to understand just why.

Until the last one had returned, she always kept a light;For Mother couldn’t sleep until she’d kissed us all goodnight.

She had to know that we were safe, before she went to rest;She seemed to fear this world might harm, the ones she loved the best.

And once she said: “ When you are grown, to women and to men,Perhaps I’ll sleep the whole night through, I might be different then”.

And so, it seemed that night and day, we knew a Mother’s care ---That always when we got back home, we’d find her waiting there.

Then came the night that we were called, to gather round her bed; “The children are all with you now”, the kindly Doctor said.

And in her eyes there gleamed again, that old-time tender light;That told us she had been waiting, just to know we were all right.

She smiled that old familiar smile, and prayed to God To keep us safe from harm throughout the years,And then, she went to sleep.

"BLUE FLOWERS" - a poem to make parents stop and think
I bumped into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, ...excuse me, please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;I wasn't even watching for you."

Oh, we were polite -- this stranger and I.We went on our way and we said our good-bye.But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.


Later that day, cooking the evening meal,My daughter stood beside me very still.When I turned, I nearly knocked her down."Move out of the way!" I said with a frown. She walked away, her little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

Later that night wide awake in my bed,
God's still, small voice came to me and said,"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse!

Look upon the kitchen floor,You'll find some flowers there by the door.Those are the flowers she brought for you,She picked them herself -- pink, yellow and blue.She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,And you never saw the tears in her eyes."

By this time, I felt very small, And now my own tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by her bed;"Wake up, sweetheart," I whispered to her, and said:

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.I knew that you'd like them -- especially the blue."

I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry how I acted to you today;I really shouldn't have yelled at you that way." She hugged me and said "Mommy, that's okay.You know I love you anyway."

And, I said, Daughter, I love you too! And I do like the flowers -- especially the blue."






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