Maizie

When I met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  We were living in Kentucky and my wife's mother and brother lived near us.  Her mom was a widow and suffered from some physical problems that restricted her to her home.  Her son was an unemployed n'er do well who spent a lot of time drinking and living off of his mothers income.  He had been married several times, none of which lasted.

It was a pleasant summer day when my mother in law called and said that her sons first wife had showed up to visit, along with her current husband and their daughter, Maizie.  Since we normally were over to her house several times a week to clean and shop, we soon met all of them.  It turns out that the husband was “between jobs” and it soon became apparent that they were there for whatever they could get, and quickly settled in.  Her mother accepted everyone at face value and couldn't see that she was being used.

We kept a close eye on the situation, stopping by more often to see what was going on.  It was during these visits that I noticed that Maizie was odd man out.  She was a very affectionate child, but was usually ignored and or yelled at by her mom.  She would frequently sit quietly on the periphery, swinging her feet and observing.  I felt sorry for her and started to pay her some attention.  We would talk, and laugh, and take short walks around the apartment project.  Sometimes, when I would go shopping, I would take her with me.

One day we found out that they were going to move on.  When we went over, Maizie seemed despondent.  I asked if she would like to take one last walk and she eagerly agreed.  While on our walk, Daisy suddenly blurted “would you like to be my daddy”?

I was at a loss for words, but finally said “Maizie, you have a father”.

“I know” she said.  “But I want a daddy”.

That's the last time I saw Maizie.  Today she would be a woman in her twenties and I can only hope she found the love she so richly deserved.
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Carrillo Avatar
May 18, 2012 at 3:31 PM
Bob; this is a very touching story/poem. In the walks of life we meet a lot of people. Some leave prints in our hearts. I too hope Daisy found her place in life. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
Flach Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 10:16 PM
Nice, touching story Bob. So sad that this is not such a rare story. So many kids, lost in the shuffle. Amazing how at 8 years old she was wise enough to recognize the difference between being a "father" and being a "daddy". I hope her life turned out well. Wouldn't it be wonderful if she were happily reading your story? Thanks for sharing, Joe.
Quigley Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 10:18 PM
It would be wonderful if she could read this. She would know she was the one it was written for.
Dietrich Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 3:45 PM
oh, I just saw it was the woman contest!!! Awesome.
Dietrich Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 3:44 PM
bob, this is such a touching story. MY, I feel so bad for her. a very well told story this is. And I see it won in a contest, though I don't know in which one. Congratulations!
Quigley Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 10:19 PM
Thanks Andrea
Williams Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 11:23 AM
Bob congrats on your win..David
Quigley Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 10:16 PM
Appreciate it Deb
Burch Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 9:59 AM
Bravo Bob!! Big Congratulations on this win! hugs, deb :)
M V Avatar
May 8, 2012 at 10:03 PM
Congratulations on well deserved first place win,Bob!
Quigley Avatar
May 9, 2012 at 10:16 PM
Thank you
Williams Avatar
May 8, 2012 at 7:01 AM
Bob huge congrats for this..David
Quigley Avatar
May 8, 2012 at 7:51 AM
Appreciate it David
Brown Avatar
May 7, 2012 at 12:45 PM
Congratulations on your placement in the "Tell us of Women" contest Bob. Love, Carol
Quigley Avatar
May 7, 2012 at 1:53 PM
Thank you Carol
Burch Avatar
May 6, 2012 at 3:31 AM
*tear* we touch the lives of others so deeply at so many turns on our journey...the day will come *tear* when you see her again...if not in this world, most assuredly the next, with open arms and stories to tell of how you made a difference...Well Done Bob...Well Done....love ya, deb
Quigley Avatar
May 7, 2012 at 1:54 PM
Thank you Deb. I hope you are right
Onclaud Avatar
May 5, 2012 at 11:16 AM
you move me.. you move me to pieces, bob... fantastic story..:) huggs!
Quigley Avatar
May 5, 2012 at 12:43 PM
Thank you nette. Very nice of you to say.
Kendrick Avatar
May 4, 2012 at 6:08 PM
Sad one that you have written..Yes, there are many children out there today that need a daddy..I hope that life gave her only good and that she was able to do well for herself when she came of age to be on her own..Enjoyed reading your story..Sara
Quigley Avatar
May 5, 2012 at 10:26 AM
Thank you Sara
Guzzi Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 3:54 PM
Now YOU put this in my Contest...this is the type of story about a woman I wanted! [PS I gave you more Debbie on the farm in summer go look!] Light & Love
Quigley Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 10:28 PM
Glad you like it. This is a tough memory.
Andresen Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 12:58 PM
Wow.....for a story, is it a true story Bob? - Well written - like it. - oxox love Anne-Lise
Quigley Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 2:12 PM
Afraid so Anne Lise
O'Leary Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 11:55 AM
Oh my God... withering... Terry
Quigley Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 2:12 PM
Thank you Terry
O'Leary Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 11:52 AM
Poignant! Terry
Quigley Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 2:13 PM
Thanks again
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