Daddy's Day - Remember 9-11

Not dog related, but I think we should all have a little memory jolt. My mom sent this to me in an email

On Jan 11, 2006, at 12:48 AM, Angela Stephenson wrote:>
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 here 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 policeman > >
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 mothers 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. > > > >

 

This poem always makes me cry no matter how many times i read it.

Mike

 

Wow that makes you stop and think no matter how bad a day your having someone else has it worse. Thanks for that . We all need to be reminded every now and then.

 

VERY moving.....DEEPLY! 8)