Just Wanted to share with you the beauty of this child's love
> >
> >
> > 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 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
> > 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 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 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 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.
> >
> >
> >
> > "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 there 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 a 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 an American Soldier
> > and died just this past year
> > When a roadside bomb
> > hit his convoy and taught Americans
> > 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.
> >
> >
> > They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
> > appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to
> > forget them.
> >
> >
> >
> > Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it
> > also to the person that sent it to you. It's a short message to let
> > them know that you'll never forget them.
> >
> >
> > If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that
> > you've forgotten your friends.
> >
> >
> > Take the time...to live and love.
> >
> >
> >
> > Until eternity.
> >
> >
> > God Bless
> >
> >
> >
> > There must be many children in the same boat as this little girl,
> > thanks to our servicemen and their families for the sacrifice they
> > are making to keep our country Free.
FWD: Just Wanted to share with you the beauty of this child's love
5/03/2010 06:48:00 AM
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Ok. I'll tackle this one.
Disclaimer: with all due respect to military personnel who have died in the name of "defending" our nation (I disagree with any of the three wars in which we are currently engaged, but I support the troops and feel badly that they are in harms way), and with respect to military families, esp kids, who have to put up with absent parents who are in harms way, esp to military families enduring the death of a loved one.
It's an ok poem for kids who have lost a loved one, and it honors the dead who have served our nation.
I'm not overly fond of the treacly sweet style, myself, but whatever.
That said, I think it's a load of propoganda ginned up to romanticize the wars and encourage enlistment, and for that reason, I'm not a big fan of stuff like this.
I have been totally opposed to the wars in Iraq, AFghanistan and Pakistan all along. They've been a giant waste of money and lives; we've been lied to about the "need" for them; they are breaking the backs of all citizens by financially draining our already bankrupt economy; and why should the USA be the world's "police force"?
The wars are there to enrich the one percenters at the top of the pyramid; they're not about "saving lives" or "defending against terrorism," no matter what the pols tell citizens. They're about making money. Period. The end.
We should NEED to have sugary sweet poems like this, and kids should have to go without their dads or moms in the name of enriching the Cheneys and the Bushes.
Saccharine style aside, herein lies so much of the tragedy not just of war, but specifically of unnecessary, unwinnable war.
War is terrible; among other terrible things, sweet little kids lose their parents.
But what is really insidious and evil is the way propaganda like this exploits the fact that many people can't bear to face the fact that their loved ones died for no good reason. Unable to face the fact that their loved ones were just cannon fodder in an unwinnable war of choice that has nothing to do with the 'greater good', they run from the facts, and continue to "support" the war and to believe, fervently, in the propaganda. Because facing the truth is just too horrible.
Sorry, little girl, but your Daddy didn't die doing what was "best" for you, or "doing what was a right." That may very well have been his intent, but alas, he probably believed the propaganda too. Your Daddy was just one more expendable peasant, dying for the interests of the rich & powerful. [BTW, you'll notice, the children of the rich and powerful don't fight these wars.] Guess his life got wasted, oh well.
Horrible to contemplate isn't it?
Much easier to cling to the saccharine lies of poems like these.
To wit, my friends, you should not forward with such high zest, the old lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro Propaganda Mori.
"Mori" doesn't rhyme with "lie" (it rhymes with "glory"), but your sentiment is correct.
@katz -
You're right - but I was just borrowing the relevant part, not trying to rhyme.
Check out this side about our troops...http://www.nragive.com/ringoffreedom/index.html..if you have any misgivings about our troops.
@ Anon
Who said they have misgivings? If anything, we have misgivings about how our troops are used, abused, and exploited.
I have NO misgivings about our TROOPS. Wake up righie person!! You've been fed a bunch of LIES about how leftists supposedly don't "support the troops."
Leftists support the Troops, themselves, 110%. We do NOT support the evil crooks who LIED to all us about why we "needed" to go to war... they LIED simply to enrich themselves at taxpayer expense, which leads, ergo, to the sad, sickening and unnecessary death of said troops.
Sickly sweet poems, like this one, are sent out to mask what's really going on. I agree with prior posts; this is bs propoganda. Too bad it reflects an awful reality.
Stop drinking the kool aid that says Democrats or lefties don't "support" the Troops. That's a LIE and b.s.
I personally would support the public schools, robust public health care system, anti-discrimination laws, and veteran's benefits that would allow Miss "my daddee couwldn't be heew bekawse he's dead" to grow up in a life of comfort and relative ease, with all the resources, chances, and opportunities which would be presented to her had her father not died.
But that would be communist, and so, she can appear in pro-war e-mail forwards to pay for health care. Fuckers.
Thanks, Marc - heartily agree. Conservatives spin out sugary poems with violins playing in the background to get everyone *feeling* just so so so sorry for poor little girl with no daddy because daddy was a brave brave soldier fighting for our freedumbs.
But what else do they do for fatherless and motherless kids whose parents were killed in these unnecessary wars?
NOTHING!! This is IT, kid: we've gotten all the rightards to feel sorry for you. Now you're on your own: get a job, ya slacker!! and don't expect any health care or nothing. Lazy *(&^%....
What is it with right-wingers that they don't grasp scansion? I've seen a thousand of these things, and not one of them, not ONE, scans properly. I mean, bad lefty poetry is also bad, but at least it occasionally scans. This can't be a coincidence; there's some kind of causal relationship here, and it's really bugging me.
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