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Daddy's Day

Cheryl Costello-Forshey

Copyright 2000

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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.

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 once again,

She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,

Eager to tell then 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 were 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 at her friends

And looked back at her teacher,

Who told her to begin.

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

With me on this 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 all alone.

Cause my daddy's always with me,

Even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

He'll forever be here 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.

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 placed on her desktop,

Was a beautiful fragrant pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only a moment,

By the love of her shining bright star

And given the gift of believing,

That Heaven is never too far.


"'A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you

must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples,

if you love one another.'" John 13:34-35 (NIV) 


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