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A Dad's Poem

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mieow · 02/10/2003 16:23

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 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 see
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,
for 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 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 was a fireman
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 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 bright 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 phrase to the people you'll never forget. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgotten the best things in life.... your family and your friends. So take the time... to live and love. Until eternity.

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M2T · 02/10/2003 16:27

Okay.... now I'm crying at my work. What a heart wrenching poem!

CountessDracula · 02/10/2003 16:29

Oh purleeeeese.

Twinkie · 02/10/2003 16:32

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dadslib · 02/10/2003 16:38

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CountessDracula · 02/10/2003 16:38

Quite. Deepest cheese.

M2T · 02/10/2003 16:44

CD - You really ARE cold blooded!

Dadslib - Write me a poem please .... I can't WAIT to tear it to shreds and tell you how sh*te it is.

codswallop · 02/10/2003 17:03

m2t not really. ? I cant look at you in the same way agin.

That was gorgonzola on the cheese scale

codswallop · 02/10/2003 17:07

I hate these american internet things.

CountessDracula · 02/10/2003 17:18

M2T I have written a little Haiku for you on the topic of this poem. No doubt you will find me more heartless after this.

Call that poetry?
A waste of ink and paper -
Pass the bucket, please.

Other haikus on the topic welcomed - come on Dadslib

dadslib · 02/10/2003 17:22

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dadslib · 02/10/2003 17:37

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CountessDracula · 02/10/2003 17:38

Dadslib should be 5-7-5 or some combo of 17 syllables surely?

dadslib · 02/10/2003 17:41

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forestfly · 02/10/2003 17:44

Hers a poem my p wrote after giving birth on a blue paper towel:

She drew the artistic strengh from within,
I prayed my God commit no sin,
She drained the wisdom from my eyes,
I reached, I laughed and I touched the skies,
She dared she fought with courage raw,
I cared, i sought her searching paw,
She wept she bled her heart did give
I swept her hair her life to live
She held her faith, oh blinding light!
I looked I loved, I lived the fight

forestfly · 02/10/2003 17:46

He didnt give birth on a blue paper towel by the way

Blu · 02/10/2003 17:46

There should also be a moral or philosophical conclusion in the last line which draws on observations in the first two...and preferably as obscure as poss...

sunchowder · 02/10/2003 18:19

Oh FF--he didn't give birth on a blue paper towel, but you wish he had now? We could all pray together for a kidney stone...with big spikes on it? sorry... It was a good share from you and nice to know that he could read and write I am so sorry FF, don't know what has come over me! Anyone that hurts you is not someone that I would like to compliment today, OK? Blu was that for FF's DP's poem or the first described by Coddy as the Revered American Internet Poem?

forestfly · 02/10/2003 18:22

Cheers sunny lady i love this feminist support!

codswallop · 02/10/2003 18:23

LOl sunchowder

Blu · 02/10/2003 21:41

Sunchowder; I was X posting with the Haiku experts, BUT am now tempted to write a vengeful parody of FF's ex's work...vengeful to him, of course!
I am grateful to Mieow for inspiring a resurgence of my own creative poetry-writing youth which was stirred up by that other American classic: Convoy. Anyone remember it? About truckers using CB radio to help a poor fatherless boy "Well Momma works hard to make ends meet, but I'm not much use with my two crippled feet...." Anyone remember any more of the words? Sorry, Mieow, are we being very horrid?

Janstar · 02/10/2003 21:47

FF, your ex put great sentiment in that clearly was all about his feelings and not yours.

In my professional opinion his poetry smacked of what we call 'putting it on with a trowel'

ks · 02/10/2003 21:53

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Janstar · 02/10/2003 21:55

ks, you have the makings of a fine poet.

forestfly · 02/10/2003 21:57

Im putting it up his bowel

Janstar · 02/10/2003 21:59

Very subtle. I'm searching for the hidden meaning behind your words...

Got to go. Six Feet Under.

See you all tomorrow for another highly intellectual literary discussion.