Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A poem by a Father...

TO MY CHILD


Just for this morning, I am going to

smile when I see your face and laugh

when I feel like crying.



Just for this morning, I will let you


choose what you want to wear,

and smile and say how perfect it is.




Just for this morning, I am going to step


over the laundry and pick you up and take you to

the park to play.




Just for this morning, I will leave the

dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put

that puzzle of yours together.




Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with

you in the backyard and blow bubbles.




Just for this afternoon, I will not yell

once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one

if he comes by.




Just for this afternoon, I won't worry

about what you are going to be when you grow up, or

second guess every decision I have made where you are

concern ed.





Just for this afternoon, I will let you

help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you

trying to fix them.




Just for this afternoon, I will take us

to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can

have both toys.




Just for this evening, I will hold you in

my arms and tell you a story about how you were

born and how much I love you.




Just for this evening, I will let you

splash in the tub and not get angry.



Just for this evening, I will let you


stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.



Just for this evening, I will snuggle


beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.




Just for this evening when I run my

finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.



I will think about the mothers and

fathers who are searching for their missing children, the

mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's

graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers

and fathers who are in hospital rooms


watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming

inside that little body





And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold


you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,

that I will thank God for you, and ask him for


nothing, except one more day..............


NOTE:

This poem is written by a
Zimbabwean father on his 10months old Baby who affected by brain cancer. Name of the child Rachel (below)
When I searched for a another important message in Gmail in All Mail, I saw this mail dated 1st Apr '09. All they want is forward this mail, AOL will pay for them.

Unfortunately I never read the poem but fortunately I fwd it.

The reason, I put this message here is, I don't know how the child is now? But our 1 min pray from heart to God! surely help the child !!

5 comments:

Priyanka Agrawalla said...

I also got such a post.. That was a very touchy post indeed... Hope the child is fine now..

Nutty Martian said...

That was a nice poem...enjoyed it but its obvious that the bit about AOL paying for each mail forwarded is an obvious lie :) Btw cool blog dude

raj said...

Just for this morning, I am going to

smile when I see your face and laugh

when I feel like crying......wonderful post....

deepika said...

God never puts us in a situation which we cannot handle..hope so the child is in a better state now..

Anonymous said...

Delicate post dude! Though I've read this poem somewhere before, thanq for making me read this nice poem again!

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