~~Daddy's Little Girl~~
As I read this story and typed the words, I couldn't help
but be reminded of my fathers love for my brothers
and myself. In my eyes, Daddy, you are a truly wonderful
father and human being. None of us every doubted your love.
I love you so very much and I'm glad you're MY Dad.
This poem I dedicate to you. May God bless and prosper you.
Once upon a time there was a great man who married
the woman of his dreams. With their love, they
created a little girl.
She was a bright and cheerful little girl and
the great man loved her very much.
When she was very little, he would pick her up,
hum a tune and dance with her around the room,
and he would tell her, "I love you, little girl."
When the little girl was growing up, the great man
would hug her and tell her, "I love you, little girl."
The little girl would pout and say, "I'm not a
little girl anymore." Then the man would laugh and
say, "But to me, you'll always be my little girl."
The little girl who-was-not-little-anymore, left
her home and went into the world. As she learned
more about herself, she learned more about the man.
She saw that he truly was great and strong, for now
she recognized his strengths. One of his strengths
was his ability to express his love to his family.
It didn't matter where she went in the world, the
man would call her and say, "I love you, little girl."
The day came when the little girl, who-was-not-little-anymore
received a phone call. The great man was damaged.
He had had a stoke. He was aphasic, they explained
to the girl. He couldn't talk anymore and they
weren't sure that he could understand the words
spoken to him. He could no longer smile, laugh,
walk, hug, dance or tell the little girl
who-was-not-little-anymore that he loved her.
And so she went to the side of the great man.
When she walked into the room and saw him, he looked
small and not strong at all. He looked at her and
tried to speak, but he could not.
The little girl did the only thing she could do,
she climbed up on the bed next to the great man.
Tears ran from both of their eyes and she drew her
arms around the useless shoulders of her father.
Her head on his chest, she thought of many things.
She remembered the wonderful times together and
how much she had always felt protected and cherished
by the great man. She felt grief for the loss she
was to endure, the words of love that had comforted her.
And then she heard from within the man,
~~the beat of his heart~~
The heart where the music and the words had always lived.
The heart beat on, steadily unconcerned about
the damage to the rest of his body.
And while she rested there, the magic happened.
She heard what she needed to hear.
His heart beat out the words
that his mouth could no longer say.....
I love you....
I love you....
I love you....
Little girl
Little girl
Little girl
~And she was comforted~
By Patti Hansen
from Chicken Soup for the Soul
© 1993 by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen
The music on this page is"And I Love You So"
I thought it fit this poem so well.
on all of my webpages. If I've missed anyone, my sincerest
apologies to you and if you would be so kind as to
e-mail me, I would promtly see that you receive the credit due
or remove the item, whichever you'd prefer. Of course,
I'm hoping you will graciously allow me to use them .
Thank you and God Bless
