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THAT'S WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE WANTED
WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE WANTED
A teacher found a weathered copy of her poem…
And immediately reminisced…
for never had he read a poem…as sad or beautiful as this:
“I want you all to write a love poem,” He told his class,
“For love is beautiful…and grand…”
when he was interrupted by a student…who quickly raised her hand.
“My daddy was killed by a crazy person with a gun.” 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 bullets rain down 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’d turn off my light…
He said love is a wonderful way to start the day…and the best 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 the love I’m searching for…
For hate has won this battle…but I won’t let it win the war.
Perhaps if words of love, instead of bullets, were falling from the sky
then love would finally vanquish hate…and no more Daddies would have to die.
Yes, hate has left me with a scar and my dreams will be forever haunted…
but I promise to try and look for love, because…
that’s what Daddy would have wanted.
