My Daddy (I bet you would cry when reading this)

I found this poem about 2 years ago. It was a poem dedicated to the firemen in 9/11. It's a very touching poem. I really cried when I finished this poem. If you don't cry, you're just heartless. The author goes by the penname Popeye. Okay, I'm going to reword the memo since a lot of you can't take a damn joke... Those of you who cry when reading this, I salute you and know that you are very sensitive. Thank you. For those of you who don't cry and eventually send me a message complaining about my wording,
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Created by VindicatedTears on Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Her hair was up in a ponytail
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 classmate,
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,
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 one 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 the 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 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 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,
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 her 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.

-Popeye.

PS. Would everyone please, take a little time, and I know you have time since you're sitting here to read this, to please read the memo! I DID NOT write this poem, and all the credit goes to another person, who's name I have forgotten! I have not created, nor have any part, in the development of this poem! I'm sick and tired of getting mails from people saying "hey, you didn't write this, you liar, theft, etc. If you would, just read the damn memo, then you would know that I did not write it! God...

Thank you, VT.
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T_T I feel so sad..... TT^TT

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