MorningStar Inspirations from
Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
- Dedicated to helping people return (and maintain) sanity and decency to life -
From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017

Questions and comments welcomed.
A Dad's Poem

                     be good to your daughters.
                                 You are the god
             and the weight of her world. 2

Her hair was up in a ponytail,
her favourite 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,
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 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 favourite dress.

And from somewhere 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.

                                            To her,
                             the name of father
                 was another name for love. 3

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 is a Canadian soldier
and died just this past year

When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
and taught Canadians 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 bright star.

And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

                                Old as she was,
she still missed her daddy sometimes. 4
There are so many different ways
of being healed.

The best way,
and by far the commonest,
is to be loved
– especially with unconditional love.

Any man can be a Father,
but it takes a special person
to be called Dad.
        You fathers will understand.
You have a little girl.
She looks up to you.
You're her oracle.
You're her hero.

And then the day comes
when she gets her first permanent wave
and goes to her first real party,
and from that day on,
you're in a constant state of panic.

       It doesn't matter who my father was;
        it matters who I remember he was.
[1] -A Dad’s Poem ~Unknown
[2] ~John Mayor
[3] ~Fanny Fern
[4] ~Gloria Naylor
[5] ~Stanley T. Banks in the movie 'Father of the Bride'
~Anne Sexton
[*] All other text: KT+
Even in today's sick,
dysfunctional culture,
there are still many decent men;
loving and caring fathers
living, and remembered, in this fashion.

They are not deadbeat dads,
brutish, abusive bullies,
or perverted perpetrators.

Generalizations cause hurt;
and projecting the sickos’
characteristics on us
is unfair, wrong, and insulting.

- we are
not them -
E - V - E - R!

Take the time - - -  to Live and Love  - - -  Until eternity.