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Her hair 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.
There were daddies along the wall
in back, for everyone to meet,
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.
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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,
on this Daddy's Day.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why she once again
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.
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 were searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak,
From out of the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
We used to share fudge sundaes
and ice cream in a cone,
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing all alone. |
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"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out,
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled at all her friends,
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to begin.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away,
But I know he wishes that he
could be here with me today.
Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart,
I know because he told me,
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"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
What happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
No one there could explain it,
for each had their eyes closed,
But there placed on her desktop,
was a beautiful fragrant pink rose.
A child was blessed this moment
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
Heaven is never too far.
~By Cheryl Costello-Forshey ©2000~
Submitted by Harry Updegraff, Jr. | |
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