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Thursday, October 06, 2005

XangaA Dad'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 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.


                                        Gods Boxes

                         I have in my hand two boxes                  

                        Which God gave me to hold  

            He said, Put all your sorrows in the black box,

                        And all your joys in the gold,

                  I heeded his words, and in the two boxes

                     Both my joys and sorrows I stored,

            But though the gold became heavier each day,

                      The black was as light as before,

                      With curiosity, I opened the black

                           I wanted to find out why,

               And I saw in the base of the box, a hole,

                   Which my sorrows had fallen out by,

                          I showed the hole to God  

                                   and mused

                " I wonder where my sorrows could be

                    He smiled a gentle smile and said

                    My child", Their all here with me,

                 I asked God why he gave me the boxes,

             Why the gold and the black with the hole,?

                My child, the gold is for you to count

                                 your blessings

                     The black is for you to let go,

            We should consider all our friends a blessing

              Let them know that you are thinking of them

                   And they are a joy in your life,

             A ball is a circle and no beginning or end,

           It keeps us together like our circle of friends,

               But the treasure inside for you to see,

                       Is the treasure of friendship, 

                          you've granted to me,                                 

                      

            

                            

                 

                     

          

                    

                  

                          

                                          

         

            

      

     

 


Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Xanga  Four brothers left home and became successful doctors and lawyers and prospered. Some years later they chatted, and after having dinner together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother who lived far away in another city..

The first said..I had a big house build for mama.
The second said.. I had a hundred thousand dollar theater built in the house..                                                                                             

The third said..I had my mercedes dealer deliver an SL600 to her..

The fourth said.. you know how mama loved reading the BiBle and you know she can't read anymore,because she can't see very well. I met this preacher who told me about a parrot that can recite the entire bible..It took 20 preachers 12 year to teach him...i had to contribute 100,000 a year for 20 years to the church, but it was worth it..Mama just has to name the chapter and verse and the parrot will recite it..The other brothers were impressed.After the holidays mama sent out the thank you notes..She wrote

Milton, the house you built is so huge, i live in only one room, but i have to clean the whole house. Thanks anyway.

Marvin, I am too old to travel, I stay at home and have my groceries delivered, so i never use the mercedes. The thought was good, Thanks

Micheal, you gave me an expensive theater with Dolby sound, it could hold 50 people but all of my friends are dead.I've lost my hearing and am nearly blind. I'll never use it . Thank you for the gesture just the same.

"Dearest Melvin, You were the only son to have the good sense to give a little thought to your gift..The Chicken was delicious,,Thank You..


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