Written by someone's Litte Girl
From Somewhere ...
Dear Daddy,
I need to write you because I just did something VERY BAD
And I need to tell you what I did
And ask you to please, please, forgive me!
I am not sure why, but after I reread your letter
For the Hundredth time, where you wrote
That you could not be here with Mommy and me
For Christmas like you promised . . .
Daddy, oh Daddy,
I went hunting for matches
And when I found some
I burnt your letter!
I don't even know why I did it!
I just sat there and watched the fire
As it slowly burnt you words away
And when the last little flame
Grew bright
It was too late to bring them back!
I have saved all of the others
In the special box you gave to me
Before you had to leave us.
I was so bad Daddy.
I am so very sorry!
I love you!
Why would I do such a terrible thing?
There is so much I don't understand.
I try to be so grown up and then
I do something so horrible and stupid!
I guess I am not grown up at all.
I get so angry sometimes!
I want things to be just as they used to be.
Is that so wrong Daddy?
Mommy and I had so much fun decorating the house
Real pretty for you to see when you got home.
But now ...
You will not be here.
You will not get my special gift
I made just for you!
You were supposed to be home.
Your first letters said so!
I am Eight years old now.
I should be able to understand things
But Daddy I don't . .
I just don't!
I want you to come home!!
Isn't there something . . .
Anything . . .
That you can do?
They promised you.
They promised us!
You always told me that we should
Keep our promises and now because they broke theirs
You will not be with us for Christmas Dinner.
I guess I wasn't very good this year
Because my only Christmas Wish was for you
To be here with us.
I tried to be my very best!
Really I did!
I just wanted you to be sure to know
When you get this letter
How much I love you.
I really do know that you
Want to be with us tomorrow.
How I wish
That you could have your wish!
Goodnight Daddy.
I am so sorry for burning your letter
I am not mad at you.
I really do not know
What I am mad at.
I am just mad . . .
And I do not know exactly why.
I don't like feeling this way.
I hope you can forgive me for what I did.
Please do not stop writing to me
Because I couldn't stand not getting your letters.
You will get this letter after Christmas.
I wish with all my heart you were going to be here!
Our calendar has a big red circle
Around tomorrow where Mommy and I wrote beside it
Daddy will be home today!! :) :) :)
And now . . .
Will the circles lie to us the next time too?
Isn't it time for someone elses Daddy
To have a turn at being away from home?
I thought the waiting was over
And now there will be more red X's
To be put on our calendar.
Its not fair . . .
Daddy its just not fair!
I Love you Daddy
Me
From somewhere far away from home
A Soldier and Father
Holds this letter to his heart
And prays for a way to respond
To its tears.
A Dear friend of mine Huck Hickson
Has honored this write with
A reply to my little girl.
His reply is called
I Love You Baby Girl
It can be viewed at
http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/94/poem_803452.html
I have read both your poem and Huck's
They are both wonderful
But they make you think of all those people that are away from their families
And some will never come home SAD
Nicely written
Ray
I am so glad
That you have dropped in
To meet a new face
And experience a new heart
Come along with me as
Aspiring Angel speaks to
Me in whispers that brings
Her thoughts to live.. more..