EGGD From United Kingdom, joined Feb 2001, 12443 posts, RR: 34 Posted (12 years 8 months 2 weeks 1 day 12 hours ago) and read 1090 times:
I just recieved this through my mailbox, I don't believe that it is real, but still, quite a nice read.
> 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 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 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 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 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.
IMissPiedmont From United States of America, joined May 2001, 6382 posts, RR: 32
Reply 11, posted (12 years 8 months 1 week 3 days 4 hours ago) and read 867 times:
Oh Greg, I'm so sorry that you have so much bitterness. The post was very touching.
PS : Susan was slightly less than truthful. I was out walking the beast, not lying on her and crying. Why I love her so much is beyond understanding. I think I'll quit letting her post with my user name. No, I guess not. She's only posted 3 or 4, that I know about, and I believe that she reflects my beliefs on those rare occasions. I hope it's not against any rules.
it's getting harder not to tell people they are really odd if they think an airplan can be sexy.