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He found an old and weathered copy of her poem…which caused him to reminisce…

for never has he read a poem…as beautiful as this…

“I want you all to write a love poem,” He said to his class,

“For love is beautiful…and grand…”

when he was interrupted by a student…who timidly raised her hand.

“My daddy was killed by a bomb in the war.” she said.

“How can I contemplate…

words of love and joy…

when I’m filled with so much hate?”

He had anticipated many questions…but this one…he never guessed…

He walked over, put his arms around her…and hugged her to his chest.

“When hate is all around us”, he said…”when bombs are dropping from above…

That is the time we must fight hate…and search for words of love.”

“Look into your heart.” he said, ‘words of love are waiting there

words of love you will discover…words of love you’ll want to share.”

He returned to his desk amid silence…and during the interlude

the class all wrote their poems…in a quiet solitude…

He wasn’t sure what to expect until that night at home

when he came to her assignment entitled…

                                            This Is My Love Poem

My daddy used to talk about love…before he turned off my light…

He said love is a wonderful way to start the day…and the only way to say goodnight.

So I will try everyday to think in words of love…no matter what my fate

hoping the words of love I find…will overcome my hate…

I hope someday to discover within my heart the words I’m searching for…

For hate has won this battle…but I can’t let it win the war. 

Perhaps if words of love, instead of bombs, were falling from the sky

then love will finally vanquish hate…and no more Daddies have to die.

Yes, hate has left me with a scar and my dreams shall now be haunted…

but I will look for love, because…

because that’s what Daddy would have wanted.