Jenz thoughts and feelings

September 8, 2006

A forerunner tribute to 911

Filed under: 911 — jenz @ 3:44 pm

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On Monday 11 September I am going to dedicateciate my entry to a very special man who lost his life that day 5 years ago

Today this entry was sent to me by my sister via email – you may have seen it before – its worth reading – remembering – it may even bring a tear to your eye as it did me

Daddy’s Poem

 

Her hair was up in a ponytail,her favourite 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 should probably stay at 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 went to school eager to tell them all.

 

About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.

 

There were daddys along the wall in the 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 didn’t offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.

 

And looked back at her teacher, her told her to go on.

 

And with her hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.

 

And out of 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 day is such a special day.

 

And though you can not 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 use 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 cause 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 favourite 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, hes 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, its 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 o9f daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

 

And who knows what they saw before them, who knows felt 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.

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They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, an day to love them, but then an entire lift to forget them.

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1 Comment »

  1. I found you via FF. I am participating in 2996. The wonderful man assigned to me was dad. Your poem really touched me.

    Comment by graymama — September 9, 2006 @ 3:17 am | Reply


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