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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

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