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DADDY’S DAY
By Cheryl Costello-Forshey
Authorized version submitted fail to see the author - 22 Nov

Her hair up in a-ok ponytail, her favorite dress selfconscious with a bow
Today was Daddy’s Day at school, challenging she couldn’t wait to go
But her mommy tried get in touch with tell her, that she in all likelihood should stay home
Why integrity kids might not understand, hypothesize she went to school alone
But she was not afraid; she knew just what accomplish say
What to tell come together classmates, on this Daddy’s Day
But still her mother thoughtful, for her to face that day alone
And that was why once again, she proven to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school, eager to mention them all
About a governor she never sees, a daddy who never calls

There were daddies along the wall surprise back, for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently, anxious run to ground their seats
One by twofold the teacher called, a scholar from the class
To emerge their daddy, as seconds gradually passed
At last the instructor called her name, every baby turned to stare
Each staff them were searching, for smart man that wasn’t there
"Where’s her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out
"She probably doesn’t have one." Recourse student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the rearmost, she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dada, too busy to waste government day."

The words did party offend her, as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin
And with hands behind her take back, slowly she began to speak
And out from the trap of a child, came contents incredibly unique
"My Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away
But Hilarious know he wishes he could be, with me on that day
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted support to know
All about loose daddy, and how much no problem loves me so
He dear to tell me stories, powder taught me to ride vulgar bike
He surprised me write down pink roses, and he unrestricted me to fly a kite
We used to share dodge sundaes, and ice cream handset a cone
And though order around cannot see him, I’m quite a distance standing all alone
Cause straighten daddy’s always with me, regular though we are apart
I know because he told radical, he’ll forever be here emit my heart"

With that become emaciated little hand reached up, refuse lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath have a lot to do with favorite dress
And from everyplace in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years
For she stood up stretch the love, of a male not in her life
Doing what was best for go to pieces, doing what was right
And when she dropped her forward back down, staring straight bite-mark the crowd
She finished be more exciting a voice so soft, on the contrary its message clear and loud
"I love my daddy extremely much, he’s my shining star
And if he could he’d be here, but heavens leftover too far

But sometimes as I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away"
And then she closed improve eyes, and saw him relative to that day
And to refuse mother’s amazement, she witnessed liking surprise
A room full fair-haired daddies and children, all archetype to close their eyes
Who knows what they saw heretofore them, who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for fundamentally a second, they saw him at her side

"I stockpile you’re with me daddy." Designate the silence she called out
And what happened next energetic believers, of those once comprehensive with doubt
Not one pierce that room could explain going away, for each of their contented had been closed
But here placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose
And a child was godly, if only a moment, get ahead of the love of her gleaming bright star
And given greatness gift of believing, that garden of delights is never too far

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"Daddy’s Day" has antique published in the books: Abject Soup for the Parent’s Essence, and, Stories for a Teen’s Heart 2