Archive | April 10, 2013

Daddy’s Little Girl


Her hair 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, on the Daddy’s Day. But still her mommy 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 were 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 at her friends.And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin. 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 with me on this 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 far apart. I know because he told me, he’ll forever be here 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 some where 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 he’d be here if he could, but heavens much to far.”
“Sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes, and she 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 placed on her desk, was a beautiful 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.

Dedicated to all children that have lost their Daddy or Mommy. Always remember they will be in your hearts.

One Smart Mom


My son came home from school one day,
with a silly grin on his face,
He thought he was smarter than me, his Mom,
and could put me in my place.
Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that’s taught by Mr. Wright,
It’s about the laws of the land today,
I don’t have to clean my room,
I don’t have to cut my hair.
Nobody can tell me what to eat,
My freedom of speech is guaranteed.
Its my choice of what I read, or watch on TV.
I have freedom of religion,
and regardless of what you say,
don’t have to ask your God for help —
I can wear an earring in my ear,
And, if I want, can pierce my nose.
It’s my choice if I so desire,
to tattoo Satan’s numbers across my toes.
AND if you try to spank me,
I will charge you with the crime,
and I can back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.
Don’t ever touch me,
this body is only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses and stuff,
that’s just another form of child abuse.
Don’t fill my head with morals,
like your mama did to you,
That’s what’s called mind control,
And it’s illegal too!
Mom, I have these children’s rights,
you can’t do a thing to me,
I can call Children’s Services,
better known as C. S. D.

My very first impression was,
to toss this boy out the door,
But here was a chance to teach him a lesson,
for once and ever more.
I took my time and mulled it over,
I couldn’t let this go.
This kid of mine didn’t realize,
that he was messing with a pro!
The next day we went shopping,
and in spite of every plea,
I didn’t buy him 501s
or shirts designed by Nike.
I had called and talked to C. S. D.,
they said they didn’t care,
if I bought him K-Mart shoes,
or a pair of Nike Airs.
I canceled his appointment
to test his driving skills,
I’d probably be dead by now,
if only looks could kill!
There’s no time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff to munch,
I think you should follow C. S. D.’s advice,
And make yourself a sack lunch.
So, what if you are too hungry,
to wait ’til dinner time?
Well, we’re having liver and onions,
Cause it’s a favorite dish of mine.
Can we stop to get a movie,
so I can watch it on the VCR?
Absolutely not! I sold the TV in your room
and bought new tires for my car.
I also rented out your room,
you really don’t need a bed.
C.S.D. says all that’s required of me
is to put a roof over your head.
I only have to buy your clothes,
and the food that you must eat,
The money you used to get for an allowance,
will buy me something neat.
No more eating after we shop,
no more joking along the way,
I too have a BILL OF RIGHTS,
that goes into effect today!
What’s the matter, are you crying?
Are you down on your knees?
Why are you asking God for help?…