Wednesday, February 16, 2011

my daddy, my hero.

Although Chris is an undeployable unit for the time being, I have a lot of friends who are going through deployments right now. It's always hard to have someone you love gone for 12-15 months. It's even harder when children are involved. The mom must not only be a mom, but also fill in where daddy is usually there. We spend uncountable sleepless nights crying for our children who just want to know why daddy is not at home to tuck them in bed. I found some poems that I wanted to pass on to my friends going through this.


'The world has many heroes
That have won a world of fame.
Heroes who have given their all
To win in life's great game.
But of all the famous heroes
That our changing world has had,
There is not one that I look up to
Or admire more than my dad.
To me my dad's a hero,
Though he'd turn away from praise.
He's heroic in his quiet strength,
And his gentle, giving ways.
He may not make the headlines,
And you won't see him on TV,
But I think my dad is everything
That a hero ought to be.
He always keeps his promises,
On that I can depend.
He's loyal to me no matter what
And he'll always be my friend.
So when I think of heroes,
And the great things that they've done,
I feel the way I've always felt
My dad's the greatest one!



'Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray, dear Lord, my soul you'll keep.
My mommy says I need to pray
For many others on this day.

But my daddy - he's a soldier,
Of this I'm sure you know.
He helps protect our freedom,
I was sad to see him go.

Although I know he's safe with you,
I'd rather have him here.
'Cause he's the one who always said,
With prayer, there is no fear.

Dear Lord, I know you hear me,
Way up there in the sky.
Please protect my daddy,
I wish he was here tonight.'


'My daddy is a soldier
He's often gone away
To some far off country
Where he has to stay.

I really miss my daddy
And I'm not sure what he does
Except he helps other people
Who need him very much.

At night when I say my prayers
I ask to keep daddy safe
So that he can come home to us
And sit in his favorite place.

I know that a day may come
When daddy won't come home
And it scares me even thinking
That we will be alone.

My daddy is a soldier
He's often gone away
And I am so very proud of him
Each and every day.

Come home to us daddy
When your job is done
I know that those people need you
But they aren't the only ones.





Love, Me.

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