Daddys Poem

This poem makes us stop and think…

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.
But her mummy 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 back wall,
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 Mum.
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 favourite 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 is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
and taught brave men 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 star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.


Must tell my daughter that I love her more often than I probably do :wink:


what a beautiful poem, i was filling up reading that!

Same here :crying:


Crikey, that hits home hard! Just dropped a tear into my glass of red wine!

Ouch that hits hard.

J’sus H Christo. Im at a loss here its 8am and Im crying like a baby

same here:crying:

Yes i found it quite touching when my mate sent it me…

Thankyou that was touching and makes you think

wow didn’t expect that, felt almost liek crying but at work, wouldn’t want to look crazy… the worst part this is actually true, waste of life, families and children left without parents and for what?

I always said cherish your family and friends, you will be surprised how much you miss them once they are gone, and then you’d wish you made that little effort to keep in touch, see them or make a phone call every now and then… I would give anything for a few minutes with my dad:(

:crying: im actually crying… that was just so sweet!

So another society can build an economy and not be ruled the way they have been. So there children can get educations and live a better life. So people can have decent food. So women get treated better… The list goes on.

We are there doing a job that needs to be done. We all volunteered to join the army, we were’nt forced into it. And contrary to what some people may think we are actualy doing good over there and we are doing the jobs we signed up for

Dont think Andrei meant it like that…i think the “for what” is the dumb bastards who follow others and think they are doing it for a good cause (whatever the cause), but blowing up, maiming and killing…all in the name of their “god”…(i think thats the way he meant it anyway, but can see what you say too) BTW, thankyou for the job you are doing…without men like you we would amount to nothing…and be in dire need of something…xxx

Fair point…Oh and dont forget the women, there are women working on the front line these days too even though they cant actualy join the infantry, they may aswell be infanteers with the jobs some do… such as the dog handlers who are out in the thick of it too.Thank you though, its always good when you know you are apreciated even though it is a job we chose to do

Nice poem asbo, everyone talks about how the poor soldiers are losing their lives, and rightly so, they are doing a very brave and noble thing out there, but the kids of these men are probably a little more forgotten by most that have jumped onto the ‘save our soldiers’ bandwagon!

I was in a queue the other day and a bunch of people I use the word loosely, were all saying in loud voices how they felt sorry for the boys out in afghanistan, and you just knew they didnt really give a flying fudge. More of a ‘i want to be seen to be supporting’ type of thing.

It makes me think they should all be signed up and sent out there to fight for it themselves!

sorry i tried reply to this but it didnt post it so i had to hit the compatibility button for this damn IE8 problem on here…then it didnt do it anyway…it wont even let me delete this cos for some reason my anwers come out underneath…i can only post this now cos i went into it again …urgh !!

Sorry i forgot to add the women as well…of course they are as much a part of things as the guys, my apologies…xxx bless u all though…takes a lot of guts to get out there and do something for your country.

The actions of a few who are the line between order and chaos, between life and death, between hope and despair, between peace, freedom and the tyranny of brutality .

And from that pain and suffering comes new life and growth. A hope that mankind will grow and learn and the suffering of many at the hands of the few will finally end.

*They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
we will remember them.
~ Unknown.

They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
~ Henry Vaughan, from Silex Scintillans ‘They are all gone’*