A sad Dad's poem...

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  A sad Dad's poem...

This is a beautiful poem. There is an appeal from a Zimbabwean

couple at the bottom of message, not asking for anything more

than that you hand the poem on.

The husband wrote the poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO MY CHILD

Just for this morning, I am going to

 

 

smile when I see your face and laugh

 

 

when I feel like crying.

 

 

Just for this morning, I will let you

 

 

choose what you want to wear,

 

 

and smile and say how perfect it is.

 

 

Just for this morning, I am going to step

 

 

over the laundry and pick you up and take you to

 

 

the park to play.

 

 

Just for this morning, I will leave the

 

 

dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put

 

 

that puzzle of yours together

 

 

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

 

 

the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with

 

 

you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

 

 

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell

 

 

once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

 

 

whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one

 

 

if he comes by.

 

 

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry

 

 

about what you are going to be when you grow up, or

 

 

second guess every decision I have made where you are

 

 

concern ed.

 

 

Just for this afternoon, I will let you

 

 

help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you

 

 

trying to fix them.

 

 

Just for this afternoon, I will take us

 

 

to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can

 

 

have both toys.

 

 

Just for this evening, I will hold you in

 

 

my arms and tell you a story about how you were

 

 

born and how much I love you.

 

 

Just for this evening, I will let you

 

 

splash in the tub and not get angry.

 

 

Just for this evening, I will let you

 

 

stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

 

 

Just for this evening, I will snuggle

 

 

beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.

 

 

Just for this evening when I run my

 

 

finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

 

 

grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

 

 

I will think about the mothers and

 

 

fathers who are searching for their missing children, the

 

 

mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's

 

 

graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers

 

 

and fathers who are in hospital rooms

 

 

watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming

 

 

inside that little body

 

 

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold

 

 

you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,

 

 

that I will thank God for you, and ask him for

 

 

nothing, except one more day.............

© ssreela., all rights reserved.

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