Today was Daddy's Day at school,
But her mommy tried to tell her,
Why the kids might not understand,
But she was not afraid;
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
And that was why once again,
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,
Children squirming impatiently,
One by one the teacher called
To introduce their daddy,
At last the teacher called her name,
Each of them was searching,
'Where's her daddy at?'
'She probably doesn't have one,'
And from somewhere near the back,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
The words did not offend her,
And looked back at her teacher,
And with hands behind her back,
And out from the mouth of a child,
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
But I know he wishes he could be,
And though you cannot meet him,
He loved to tell me stories
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And though you cannot see him.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
I know because he told me,
With that, her little hand reached up,
Feeling her own heartbeat,
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Proudly watching her daughter,
For she stood up for the love
And when she dropped her hand back down,
She finished with a voice so soft,
'I love my daddy very much,
And if he could, he'd be here,
My Daddy was a soldier
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
And then she closed her eyes,
And to her mother's amazement,
A room full of daddies and children,
Who knows what they saw before them,
Perhaps for merely a second,
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
And what happened next made believers,
Not one in that room could explain it,
But there on the desk beside her,
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
And given the gift of believing,




I'm guessing I wasn't in school yet, 







