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Sent: Sunday, September 06, 2009 8:58
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Subject: [ECHURCH-USA] First E-mail
Okay, I'm trying for the fifth time. This
e-mail, received on another list prompted me to respond with my
testimony.
Daddy's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,her favorite 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, or 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
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 finishedwith 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.
Coming to you from the little pink
netbook,
April Stahl
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