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by: Mandy L. Smith
Daddy,thank you for being there for me
staying by my side
when the angels came and made
my soul free.
I'll never forget that tear in your eye
as everyone looked at each other and
asked "why? Oh why?"
You stayed strong and took care of mommy
when she was sad.
When I look down upon you
I'm oh so glad.
I'm glad your my daddy and you love me so.
I'm glad you stayed by me that night
and you didn't go.
For I was scared and needed a familiar voice.Daddy I didn't want to leave,
it wasn't my choice.
Thank you again for staying that night,Daddy.
you''ll always be safe,
for your within an angels sight.
-Author Unknown-
My dad is a survivor
My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down
I wipe the tears he hides from others
he cries when no ones around.
I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength
he's the greatest of them all~1
But theres times when he needs to cry...
please be there when he falls
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
and tell him its okay.
Be his strength when he's sad
help him mourn in his own way.
Now as I watch over my precious dad
from the heavens up above...
I'm soo proud that he's a survivor
And I can still feel his love~!
by Ken Falk
I heard quite often "Men don't cry"
though no one ever told me why,
So when I fell and skinned my knee
no one came by to comfort me.
And when some bully boy at school
would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I'd quickly learn to turn and quip
"It doesn't hurt" and bite my lip.
So when I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears
Though "Be a big boy" it began
quite soon I learned to "Be a man"
and could I play that stoic role
while storm and tempest wracked my soul.
No pain nor setback could there be
could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
and helplessly watched my son die.
And quickly found to my surprise
that all the tearless talks were lies.
And still I cry and have no shame
I cannot play that "Big boy" game.
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take its course.
So those of you who cannot abide
a man you've seen whos often cried.
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life's been torn apart.
For men do cry when they can see
their loss of immortality.
And tears will come in endless streams
when mindless fate destroys their dreams..
to be a man in grief.
Since "men don't cry" and
no tears can bring relief
It must be very difficult
to stand up to the test.
And hold calls and visitors
so she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's all right
and what she's going through.
But seldom takes his hand
and asks "My friend, how are you?"
He hears her crying in the night
and thinks his heart will break
And dries the tears and comforts her
But "stays strong" for her sake
It must be very difficult
to start each day anew
And try to be so very brave
He lost his baby too......
-Author Unknown-
