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Daddy’s Tears
Daddy’s endless tears Flow down his sad face, As his soul cries for the ones No longer of this place.
His arms feel so empty, Nothing to do, Without his little girls, Now, what are Daddy’s arms supposed to do?
He yearns for their sweet laughter, The toys left on the floor, Their sticky handprints on the walls, Their small shoes lying near the front door.
God holds Daddys’ girls As they watch their daddy cry, “If only he could hear our laughter,” Whispers one to the other with a soft sigh.
“Daddy’s day isn’t finished,” The wise girl of three tells her sister of only two, “God still has some work, For our daddy to do.”
Though Daddy’s sad tears Flow endlessly down his face, His two little girls are still laughing, Just in another place.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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