The Man With the Picture

The Man with the picture   The little five year old girl with a smile so sweet Answered the door with no shoes on her feet She looked up to the guest standing at the front door The man holding a gift so she wanted to see more   She called to her mommy who  was making dinner for two “mommy” she said “a man is here to see you” The man took off his hat as she invited him in The sweet little girl noticed a tear run to his chin   She grabbed the mans hand as they walked through the door The man sat on the couch the little girl sat on the floor As her mother walked in the room her mother started to cry “Mommy why you crying” I don’t understand why   The man pulled out a picture of a man she recognized well It was the same picture she saw up on the mantle sill A picture of her daddy with the little holding his hand Walking on the beach with their toes in the sand   He gave the picture to her mommy and hugged her so tight Both sobbing and crying something didn’t feel right The little girl stood up and hugged her mommy round the knee She asked “was it something I did and are you mad at me”?   Her mommy choked back the tears and said “honey its not you” This man knows your daddy they’ve been friends since you were two She told the little girl the news no one ever wants to hear Daddy went to heaven as she brushed back a tear   The little girl then smiled and said mommy “it’s Okay” Daddy came to visit when I was asleep the other day He sat down to play with me and told me Gods plan And told me to be brave and we would be together again   He told me a man would come by with a picture of him That would be holding a gift as a tear rolled down his chin He told me he did what any brave daddy would do He died for this man that has come to visit you   He hugged me and then he said his Goodbye’s He told me he loved us and said for us not to cry He said he had a message he wrote on the picture for you His last will and testament that just said “I Love You”     The man stood up with an amazed look in his eye Not sure if to smile or just stand there and cry He said with a quiver “I just don’t know what to say” The little girl grabbed his hand and said “we’ll be Okay”   Daddy’s watching over us he looks down from above He comes in my dreams and sends us his love Go away knowing and feeling the vive That I’m a big girl now. I just turned five