dad's poem

A sad Dad's poem...
> This is a beautiful poem. There is an appeal from a
> Zimbabwean
> couple at the bottom of message, not asking for anything
> more
> than that you hand the poem on.
> The husband wrote the poem.
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> TO MY CHILD
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> Just for this morning, I am going to
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> smile when I see your face and laugh
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> when I feel like crying.
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> Just for this morning, I will let you
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> choose what you want to wear,
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> and smile and say how perfect it is.
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> Just for this morning, I am going to step
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> over the laundry and pick you up and take you to
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> the park to play.
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> Just for this morning, I will leave the
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> dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put
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> that puzzle of yours together.
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> Just for this afternoon, I will unplug
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> the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with
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> you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
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> Just for this afternoon, I will not yell
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> once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and
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> whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one
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> if he comes by.
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> Just for this afternoon, I won't worry what you are
> going to be when you grow up or
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> second guess every decision I have made where you are
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> concerned.
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> Just for this afternoon, I will let you
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> help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you
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> trying to fix them.
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> Just for this afternoon, I will take us
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> to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can
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> have both toys.
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> Just for this evening, I will hold you in
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> my arms and tell you a story about how you were
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> born and how much I love you.
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> Just for this evening, I will let you
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> splash in the tub and not get angry.
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> Just for this evening, I will let you
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> stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the
> stars.
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> Just for this evening, I will snuggle
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> beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.
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> Just for this evening when I run my
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> finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be
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> grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever
> given.
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> I will think about the mothers and
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> fathers who are searching for their missing children, the
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> mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's
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> graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers
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> and fathers who are in hospital rooms
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> watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming
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> inside that little body
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> And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold
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> you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,
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> that I will thank God for you, and ask him for
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> nothing, except one more day......... ....
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