For All British & American Soliders Killed In Afgan & Iraq?
Just thought i would share this poem with you all. Made me Cry x x x
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 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,
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 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 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 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.
Take the time...to live and love.
Until eternity. God bless!
If you dont like it then dont comment ok!!!!!! My hubby is going back to Afgan in the New Year :o(
- 1 decade agoBest Answer
Thank you and your husband.
The first time I cried was in 1984 when my mother died. I hadn't cried since until tonight as I read the poem.
Now you may not think much of this fact, but I'm nearly 70 years old and an old war horse, former U.S. Marine, from the Nam Era. Nothing much gets through this tough old shell and I am not sentimental.
This poem broke through and momentarily melted it.
Thank you. You have a star.
- dougLv 51 decade ago
thanks for sharing that,theres a great story in a book called eight lives down by major chris hunter bout a letter one of his colleagues received from his mother,theres a mother and young daughter at an airport and a group of soldiers are heading away,the girl goes up to one of them and asks if he could give something to daddy for her,he says he would try so the girl gives him the biggest hug she could and kisses him on the cheek,the mother explains her husbands been in iraq for nearly a year and the girl missed him,the soldiers then huddle together round a radio and after a moment the soldier goes over to the girl and says i just spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you,he bends down gives her a big hug and a big kiss on the cheek tells her that daddy loves her and will be home soon.the soldier snaps to attention gives a salute to the two of them and heads to the gate with the rest of the group,there wern't many dry eyes left.the soldier turned back for a last look blew the girl a kiss with a tear rolling down his cheek..still some huumanity around
- Anonymous4 years ago
American "shoulders?" That must be a lot of shoulders. In Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan, it is Muslims blowing one another up. You need to direct your argument toward those who pervert Islam to justify the sin of murder.
- 1 decade ago
good poem, we do not hear enough about the effects on families, who serve in iraq and afghanistan. with over 4,000 american and over 100 british personnel, together with over 100 personnel from allied nations and 100,000 plus iraqi and even more than that afghani civilian's having died so far. we do not know the long term effect, this will have on as those who have taken part and those yet to take part, and on their families. hopefully soon light will fall on this terrible loss of life and all of this needless suffering can be ended. then the hard work of reconstruction can take place, in the countries affected, and for those families whose loved ones have made the ultimate sacrifice, so that others may live free from tyranny and oppression, at the hands of people who care less about what the innocent, and only about their own selfish aims.Source(s): bbc and sky news and various documentaries about these futile wars.
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- 1 decade ago
Very moving try&try
That little girl will grow up knowing her daddy died so she could have a better life
- 1 decade ago
Great poem, beautiful. God bless America and our troops!
- Anonymous1 decade ago
a nice sentiment
but lets not forget all the people from other countries who have been killed and affected by war - a great many of them innocent women and children
- John FLv 71 decade ago
As a vet, son of a vet, father of a vet and father-in-law of a vet, we all thank you for remembering or comrades so sweetly.
- 1 decade ago
Thank you from the navy side of the house.
Gods speed BZ .......
- Anonymous1 decade ago
That is really lovely it is so sad, made me cry too.