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Daddy's Poem - Please Read

Kyehlar

You Fox Eared Asshole!
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 dadies along the wall in the 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 she 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 suprised 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 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.

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.

I found a copy of this in our office this morning. I had to share it.
 
I've seen this before but it makes me cry every time. Only now I think about my brother who is perfectly able to be his daughter's father chose some other woman instead and it breaks my heart that my brother is that "dead beat dad,"
 
What absolute crap - poetry has advanced so far beyond this drivel, I'm surprised anyone even writes like this anymore.

Anyone who claimed to cry to this either:

A) Lied.
B) Had no understanding of poetry
C) Hasn't read much poetry.

I'm putting my money on all three.
 
I hate stuff that's so obviously trying to manipulate my emotions. These little poems/stories that get passed around on the internet are like Hallmark cards, "Touched by an Angel," Valentine's cherubs and widdle puppy dogs all piled together and soaked in high fructose corn syrup. Blech.
 
Morrhigan said:
I hate stuff that's so obviously trying to manipulate my emotions. These little poems/stories that get passed around on the internet are like Hallmark cards, "Touched by an Angel," Valentine's cherubs and widdle puppy dogs all piled together and soaked in high fructose corn syrup. Blech.

Hear, hear - another paladin for common sense!
 
You can all nod your head at me till it falls off - I don't give a fuck.

This is Kistch, pure Kistch.

All who cried to this are retards in the truest sense of the word.
 
Morrhigan said:
I hate stuff that's so obviously trying to manipulate my emotions. These little poems/stories that get passed around on the internet are like Hallmark cards, "Touched by an Angel," Valentine's cherubs and widdle puppy dogs all piled together and soaked in high fructose corn syrup. Blech.

Death to Anne Geddes!!!!
 
I bet all the forums you wannabes have trolled would love to see you pouring your heart over some post-modern shit like this.

GET A GRIP PEOPLE.
 
Hey, my little mini-rant wasn't meant as an insult to people who like that sort of thing. I'm all for kindness and sentimentality.

I just happen to hate being so blatantly manipulated. YMMV.
 
"Art" like that relies on the audience's sentimentality. It doesn't evoke emotion through intelligent design. The artist blatantly used the audience's sentiments to evoke a response. The artist didn't use any talent to evoke that response. It's cheap. That's why I posted the jab at Anne Geddes. She doesn't use talent to take successful photographs. She just poses babies in adorable outfits for the easy answer. She has no concept of composition. Sentimental rubbish is still rubbish. It never compares to true art.
 
jack: when did you become such a hardass?

I'm not! More of a lardass, actually. :lol:

I guess it seems out of character for me, because I am truly such a bleeding heart liberal. Compassion and kindness are the virtues I hold most dear.

Maybe it's because I've done enough writing and analyzing that cliches leap out at me. Or, maybe it's because I've had people deliberately manipulate my emotions in order to take advantage of me in ways that were very damaging. Probably the latter. Because, while I agree with Conchaga that these tear-jerker stories are lousy art, that isn't what bothers me. There's a lot of bad art in the world. It's the way these pieces so blatantly and cheaply work the emotions. The very phrase "tear-jerker" is a clue: the writer is treating his/her readers like puppets, jerking the strings to make them cry. It's insulting.

Manipulation just pisses me off. I have no problem with the sentiment that we should feel compassion for the children left without fathers because of 9/11, or that we should learn the lesson of never taking those we love for granted.
 
Lord Raffles said:
Who are you? Some tosser who posts too much on the internet?

In all likely hood, yes.

Now what's your excuse for being some tosser with a monopoly on stupidity?
 
RommieSG said:
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 dadies along the wall in the 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 she 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 suprised 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 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.

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.

I found a copy of this in our office this morning. I had to share it.
Too long......didn't read.
 
Morrhigan said:
I'm not! More of a lardass, actually. :lol:

I guess it seems out of character for me, because I am truly such a bleeding heart liberal. Compassion and kindness are the virtues I hold most dear.

It's the way these pieces so blatantly and cheaply work the emotions. The very phrase "tear-jerker" is a clue: the writer is treating his/her readers like puppets, jerking the strings to make them cry. It's insulting.

Manipulation just pisses me off. I have no problem with the sentiment that we should feel compassion for the children left without fathers because of 9/11, or that we should learn the lesson of never taking those we love for granted.

I understood what she was trying to say. I am surprised no one picked up on that-and that Roomie neged her along w/ anyone else.
I have a tendancy to blow right by most e-mails that friends or family members send me that are all "sentimental' just becuase I've seen them all before-and too many of them are-send this to 10 people you know or this little girl in the hospital will die type crap.
I'm not saying my family sends me crap or anything-but that is just how you become after reading so many of these things.
I don't mind reading stuff like this when I need to-or if I'm at home-but if it gets sent to work-I don't need that in the middle of my day.
I did enjoy the Poem, I think I've read it in another form-where the girls dad was God or something-not sure.
Anyway, thats my take on it.
 
Morrhigan said:
Hey, my little mini-rant wasn't meant as an insult to people who like that sort of thing. I'm all for kindness and sentimentality.

I just happen to hate being so blatantly manipulated. YMMV.

They're going to take away your liberal card, you guys live to blatantly manipulate peoples emotions.
 
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