#unknown poem

[lazythirdeye13]

i got this poem in a email chain long time and i been post it on 9/11 after that but i think i miss year or two lol

reblog A Daddy’s Poem

by unknow

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 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, he’s 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, it’s like he never went away.

” And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mothers 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.

[andwestillhadhours]

Joan Larkin, from an unknown collection.

[terracemuse]

simplicity attracts wisdom. 

[may10baby]

Guys I need a thing.

I remember reading this poem about a year ago...

It talked about the brief abruptness of lightning compared to the everlasting presence of crystal.

It was a beautiful poem, and I'd like to read it again. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

[agirlwithadragonflynecklace]

The Unknown Poem

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

            he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

            because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

            and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

            and read it to his aunts

That was the year that Father Tracy

            took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

            with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

            Valentine signed with a row of Xs

            and he had to ask his father what the Xs meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it

  Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

            he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

            because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

            and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

            because of its new paint

And kids told him

            that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

            with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

            when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

            his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him up in bed at night

And his father got mad

            when he cried for him to do it.

  Once on a paper torn from his notebook

            he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

            because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

            and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

            because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

            of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

            making out on the porch

And his mother and father never kissed

            or even talked

And the girl around the corner

            wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

            but he kissed her anyway

            because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

            his father snoring soundly

  That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

            he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was all really about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each dammed wrist

And hung it on the bathroom door

            because this time he didn't think

            he could reach the kitchen.

[as-if-it-mattered]

Hidden Fear

    by Franz Douskey, 1981

love, what is there

we try to make last.

we rub it smooth,

then wake up miles

from where we fell asleep