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

Copyright © David Moore | Year Posted 2012

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