Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Pink Rose


Her hair was 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
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 back wall,
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,
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 is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught brave men 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 star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

Author Unknown.



Till Next Time, Have a special day.
Blessings, Celestina Marie

16 comments:

Rebecca Nelson said...

May this WAR end soon and bring all our brace soldiers home.

Love to you sweet friend. You are tender AND talented.

Love~Rebecca

Anonymous said...

This brought tears to my eyes and heart. I pray for all the soldiers that have died and the ones that are still with us that they come home safe.

Willow

Chany said...

Mi querida y dulce amiga María, tus palabras han llenado de lágrimas mis ojos, y no hago otra mas que agradecer al cielo por la vida de mi padre, un excelente hombre, buen padre, buen esposo, buen hombre ... y está vivo.

   Mi padre vive a 100 km de mi casa, en un pueblito, junto con mi madre, los visito Regularmente y tengo una linda Relación con ellos, gracias a al Eterno.

   Pero hemos sufrido Pérdidas en la Familia a causa de Situaciones relacionadas con la guerra, mi hermana Laura, de 26 años murió en la explocion de una Fábrica Militar de arma, muy triste, pero tu poema me hizo pensar que el cielo no está muy lejos , un abrazo Chany .-

A Southern Rose said...

This was a very beautiful poem. It made me tear up. I could just picture that little girl standing up there in front of the classroom. I pray that the war will be over soon and all the families can be reunited.

Hugs,
Lee Laurie

♥ Noelle ♥ said...

oh, that was so sweet and sad at the same time:( beautifully written though!

Anonymous said...

Very heart wrenching poem.....Very timely for many youngsters!!
Thank you for sharing!!
Love,
Marilyn

Ginny said...

Ok, that was too heart wrenching. I have been praying for an end to war. Far too many young men, fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, have been lost to this dreaded war.
Clestina, you must have been inspired by something to write this entry. Very touching and so sad.

Unknown said...

Oh Celeste, I got goosebumps and tears in my eyes as I read this. Just beautiful but heartbreaking. Thank you so much for sharing this with all of us today.

Your rose is stunning! It looks so real!
Love and miss you sweet friend,
Amy

roseroomnz.com said...

oh Celeste, sitting here weeping, so beautiful as you are! Rachaelxo

Mary said...

Hello Celeste, I am crying with the rest of the ladies. Is this the rose you painted for your Father? Beautiful...God Bless America and our military. Hugs,Mary
P.S.the sun is shining:)

randi K design said...

Oh Celeste, what a pretty poem! I am tearing up so bad I can hardly see to write..
Thank you for reminding us of all the brave!

Bearly Sane said...

Celeste that was just beautiful and extremely moving...thank you so much for sharing this poem.
My hat goes off to service men and women all around the world. My hubby served for twenty years and thankfully came home.
Warmest hugs,
Sandi

Stephanie ~ Angelic Accents said...

Oh, Celeste, what a lovely poem. I've never seen that one before. Thanks for sharing. I LOVE your roses painting!!!!

Love you,
Stephanie
Angelic Accents

Anonymous said...

oh ppppppppoooooooooooooooooooo :-(

Good thing I'm typing her and you're not seeing me teary eyed. It is sad . . . maybe. But i think it is more. I find it so sweet and full of love.

Little children just don't know the word impossible and their belief and faith (remember when Jesus said about children's faith?) is just something to be admired of and I hope for - bu not only for me but for us grown ups :-)

If you'll excuse me, I need to get me a tissue for my nose! :-)

Thanks Celeste. This is my first time to have read this poem. And boy, am I glad you shared it today.

Mizpah,
Li

Barb said...

Hi Celestina Marie, how lovely this is and how thought provoking.

I adore your painting....it has such depth.

Barb ♥

Shirl said...

Hi Celeste, what a sweet story, a scary thought for me though with my son going to Afghanstan in March. How true it is about what people say, words can hurt so bad. We really need to get this war over and bring our troops home!
Love ya, Shirl
Shirls Rose Cottage

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Welcome To Rose Garden Market from Celestina Marie Design. It is so nice to meet you. My name is Celestina Marie named after my grandmother and my friends call me Celeste.My creative journey extends over 30 years enjoying the love of painting and redesigning vintage and new treasures. I love to go treasure hunting and the fun of finding great vintage pieces to redesign..