9-11 Poem

[Daviesbad04]

> >Her hair was up in a ponytail 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 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 favorite 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.
> >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 fireman 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
> >bright 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 think this is a wonderful poem, it almost made me cry

Tell me what you think of it

 

[Electronic Punk]

Thats nice, and wouldn't suprise me if it was a true story..

 

[Gary Pandher]

yea
its really nice
touching

 

[ikester7579]

That was great!

 

[ikester7579]

Here's another one. Does not have anything to do with 9-11 but it's sweet because it's also about a child.


> > This is a little Long but a wonderful story
> >
> > A Father's Story
> >
> >
> > On July 22nd I was en route to Washington, DC for a
> > business trip. It
> > was all so very ordinary, until landing in Denver
> > for a plane change. As
> > I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an
> > announcement was made
> > for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer
> > Service Representative
> > immediately.
> >
> > I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to
> > leave the plane, and
> > I heard a gentleman asking every male if they were
> > Mr.Glenn. At this
> > point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.
> >
> > When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man
> > came toward me and
> > said, "Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your
> > home. I do not know
> > what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I
> > will take you to the
> > phone so you can call the hospital." My heart was
> > now pounding, but the
> > will to be calm took over.
> >
> > Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant
> > telephone where I
> > called the number he gave me for the Mission
> > Hospital. My call was put
> > through to the trauma center where I learned that my
> > three-year-old son
> > had been trapped underneath the automatic garage
> > door for several
> > minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was
> > dead.
> >
> > A neighbor, who is a doctor, had performed CPR and
> > the paramedics had
> > continued the treatment as Brian was transported to
> > the hospital. By the
> > time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed
> > he would live, but
> > they did not know how much damage had been done to
> > his brain, nor to his
> > heart.
> >
> > They explained that the door had completely closed
> > on his little sternum
> > right over his heart. He had been severely crushed.
> > After speaking with
> > the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not
> > hysterical, and I took
> > comfort in her calmness.
> >
> > The return flight seemed to last forever, but
> > finally I arrived at the
> > hospital six hours after the garage door had come
> > down.
> >
> > When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing
> > could have prepared
> > me to see my little son laying so still on a great
> > big bed with tubes and
> > monitors everywhere.
> >
> > He was on a respirator.
> >
> > I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me
> > a reassuring smile.
> > It all seemed like a terrible dream.
> >
> > I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded
> > prognosis. Brian was
> > going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated
> > that his heart was OK,
> > two miracles in and of themselves.
> >
> > But only time would tell if his brain received any
> > damage. Throughout
> > the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She
> > felt that Brian would
> > eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and
> > faith like a
> > lifeline.
> >
> > All that night and the next day Brian remained
> > unconscious. It seemed
> > like forever since I had left for my business trip
> > the day before.
> > Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son
> > regained consciousness and
> > sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever
> > heard spoken.
> >
> > He said,"Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with
> > his little arms.
> > [TEAR BREAK...smile]
> >
> > By the next day he was pronounced as having no
> > neurological or physical
> > deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival
> > spread throughout the
> > hospital.
> >
> > You cannot imagine when we took Brian home; we felt
> > a unique reverence
> > for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that
> > comes to those who
> > brush death so closely.
> >
> > In the days that followed there was a special spirit
> > about our home. Our
> > two older children were much closer to their little
> > brother.
> >
> > My wife and I were much closer to each other, and
> > all of us were very
> > close as a whole
> > family. Life took on a less stressful pace.
> > Perspective seemed to be
> > more focused, and balance much easier to gain and
> > maintain. We felt
> > deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
> >
> > The story is not over (smile)!
> >
> > Almost a month later to the day of the accident,
> > Brian awoke from his
> > afternoon nap and said, "Sit down Mommy. I have
> > something to tell you."
> >
> >
> > At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in
> > small phrases, so to say
> > a large sentence surprised my wife.
> >
> > She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his
> > sacred and remarkable
> > story.
> >
> > "Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage
> > door? Well, it was
> > so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you,
> > but you couldn't hear
> > me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad.
> > And then the 'birdies'
> > came."
> >
> > "The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
> >
> >
> > "Yes," he replied.
> >
> > "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into
> > the garage. They took
> > care of me."
> >
> > "They did?"
> >
> > "Yes," he said. "one of the birdies came and got
> > you. She came to
> > tell you I got stuck under the door."
> >
> > A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The
> > spirit was so strong and
> > yet lighter than air.
> >
> > My wife realized that a three-year-old had no
> > concept of death and
> > spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came
> > to him from beyond as
> > "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds
> > that fly.
> >
> > "What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
> >
> > Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They were
> > dressed in white,
> > all white. Some of them had green and white. But
> > some of them had on
> > just white."
> >
> > "Did they say anything?"
> >
> > "Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be
> > all right."
> >
> > "The baby?" my wife asked confused.
> >
> > Brian answered. "The baby laying on the garage
> > floor." He went on, You
> > came out and opened the garage door and ran to the
> > baby. You told the
> > baby to stay and not leave."
> >
> > My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she
> > had indeed gone and
> > knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed
> > chest whispered, "Don't
> > leave us Brian, please stay if you can."
> >
> > As she listened to Brian telling her the words she
> > had spoken, she
> > realized that the spirit had left his body and was
> > looking down from
> > above on this little lifeless form. "Then what
> > happened?" she asked.
> >
> > "We went on a trip." he said, "Far, far away." He
> > grew agitated trying
> > to say the things he didn't seem to have the words
> > for.
> >
> > My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him
> > know it would be okay.
> >
> > He struggled with wanting to tell something that
> > obviously was very
> > important to him, but finding the words was
> > difficult. "We flew so fast
> > up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy," he added.
> > "And there are lots
> > and lots of birdies."
> >
> > My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet
> > comforting spirit
> > enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she
> > had never before
> > known.
> >
> > Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had
> > told him that he had to
> > come back and tell everyone about the "birdies." He
> > said they brought
> > him back to the house and that a big fire truck and
> > an ambulance were
> > there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white
> > bed and he tried to
> > tell the man that the baby would be okay, but the
> > man couldn't hear him.
> > He said the birdies told him he had to go with the
> > ambulance, but they
> > would be near him. He said they were so pretty and
> > so peaceful, and he
> > didn't want to come back.
> >
> > Then the bright light came. He said that the light
> > was so bright and so
> > warm, and he loved the bright light so much. Someone
> > was in the bright
> > light and put their arms around him, and told him,
> > "I love you but you
> > have to go back. You have to play baseball, and
> > tell everyone about the
> > birdies."
> >
> > Then the person in the bright light kissed him and
> > waved bye-bye.
> >
> > Then woosh, the big sound came and they went into
> > the clouds.
> >
> > The story went on for an hour.
> >
> > He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but
> > we don't see them
> > because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them
> > because we listen
> > with our ears. But they are always there, you can
> > only see them in here
> > (he put his hand over his heart).
> >
> > They whisper the things to help us to do what is
> > right because they love
> > us so much.
> >
> > Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy.
> > You have a plan.
> > Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must
> > all live our plan and
> > keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that
> > cause they love us so
> > much."
> >
> > In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and
> > told all or part of
> > it, again and again.
> >
> > Always the story remained the same. The details
> > were never changed or
> > out of order.
> >
> > A few times he added further habits of information
> > and clarified the
> > message he had already delivered.
> >
> > It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such
> > detail and speak
> > beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.
> > Everywhere he
> > went, he told strangers about the "birdies."
> > Surprisingly, no one ever
> > looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather,
> > they always got a
> > softened look on their face and smiled.
> >
> > Needless to say, we have not been the same ever
> > since that day, and I
> > pray we never will be.