The Man i call Daddy

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The Man i call Daddy

The Man I call DADDY

I have lost many people in my life

and heard time and time again

“Its ok don’t cry he is with God now”

But the day I heard the news it felt like the first time

Like the first time my heart had ever felt such pain

As tears flowed down my eyes I asked God ‘WHY’

Why you? Why now?

And a voice replied “because it is his time”

Well if it is time for you

then who am I suppose to call PAPA

who am I supposed to call DADDY?

I cried so heard It felt as if my heart skipped a beat

And that I could not catch a breath

I stopped and asked myself this question

“why are you crying”?

Then I realized that my tears were not tears of

sorrow but tears of joy

tears for the good things did for me and said to me

tears of comfort when there was
no one to comfort me

tears of the love you gave me

tears for every word of advice you provided

tears because you were no
longer here to do those things

                  I then wipe my eyes and smile

Smile because I was blessed to have met such a person I called daddy

Smile because I was fortunate to see your smile, kindness and tenderness

I was one of the people you shared your love with

Then it came to me that maybe you
have fulfill your purpose on earth

Maybe the lives that you were supposed to touch have been touched and God needed
his angel back by his side.

Yeah that’s it “its ok I won’t cry anymore because you are with God now

So as I say goodbye to the tears

 goodbye to the sorrow and the heartache

I anoint you with the spirit of the Holy Ghost

I release your spirit with prayers of words,
songs and dances

Your memory will be a keepsake with which
I will never part

And though I know God has you in his keeping

I will always have you in my heart

Miss-Ivorycoast

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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