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mcgaw81

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I sincerely hope everyone reads this poem, if it doesn't bring a lump in your throat or a tear in your eye I'll be amazed.

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> 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.

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> 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.

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> But she was not afraid;

> She knew just what to say.

> What to tell her classmates

> Of why he wasn't there today.

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> 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.

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> But the little girl went to school

> Eager to tell them all.

> About a dad she never sees

> A dad who never calls.

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> There were daddies along the wall in back,

> For everyone to meet.

> Children squirming impatiently,

> Anxious in their seats

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> One by one the teacher called

> A student from the class.

> To introduce their daddy,

> As seconds slowly passed.

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> 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.'

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> 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.

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> '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.

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> And though you cannot meet him,

> I wanted you to know.

> All about my daddy,

> And how much he loves me so.

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> 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.

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> We used to share fudge sundaes,

> And ice cream in a cone.

> And though you cannot see him.

> I'm not standing here alone.

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> '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'

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> 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.

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> '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.

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> You see he is a British soldier

> And died just this past year

> When a roadside bomb hit his convoy

> And taught Britain's 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.

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> 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 rose.

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> 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.

 
Just thinking about the likelihood of a "Dad's day" even being possible! In our case, it would involve doing it twice (two schools) probably both same day, same time plus having to have time off work - not always an option. Our kids know lots of kids with one parent for various reasons includung the choice to be a single mum, death of a parent (commoner than we'd like to think) and divorce. I sometimes think our kids are in a small minority having two parents in a rock solid marriage. It's difficult enough getting parents involved in parents evening! And as usual all of the scrounging on the state dads wouldn't go because it clashed with Jeremy Kyle / hangover etc. Many of the working dads couldn't get time off that easily, and many of the kids probably wouldn't want dad to be at school embarrasing them. I doubt we'd even see the invite. So all in all it wouldn't get a good attendance.

 
I am not into poems, McGaw. But that certainly brought a tear to my eye and a lump to my throad. Yes - I am an old softy!

AND that is the first time that I have seen it. Some of us don't go on other forums patch. :(

Thanks Again McGaw.

 
This is the only electrical forum I frequent! Most of the other ones are vetty realted and no fun anyways :D
Are you saying that you are a VET and Not an Electrician?

:eek:

]:)

 
Poem was a bit over sentimental for me , although am also an old softy, don't ask me to listen to Elvis singing " Old Shep" :( :_|
Funny how Elvis impersonators won't do Old Shep. I once requested it from one & got mucky looks. Is it because they are transient & ephemeral? (Just for you Evans.)

 
Don't get me off on Elvis as I can't abide him. If music hadn't been racially segregated he wouldn't have existed as he stole everything he knew from black music. Even the writers of Hound Dog said that the Elvis version was not the best & that it was written for a woman to sing about a man.

There were a lot of people, like Pat Boone for example, who did sanitised white versions of black recordings which sold more than the originals.

 
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