I sit here, tears slowly falling down my face, my memories of the past slowly come into place. With each tear that falls I recall the joy and happiness and pain as a daddy, of the good times and the bad. I recall the tears I cried, the time the doctor handed me my first child, my little girl. I looked down at her with tears in my eyes and the wonder that I held in my arms, so small and full of life. With each baby I let the tears fall, a new daddy each and every time. As time went on I watched my sons and daughters grow through the good times and bad, remebering each and every one. The tears I cried when they walked out the door all grown up on there own. Feeling sad as each one left but filled with pride as they go. The tears of joy I cried when I got a call, hearing the words, Daddy, your a grandpa. A soft little cry, taking me back to when I first heard that cry, my little girl. Over time I would receive a call hearing from my girls with their voices saying Daddy your a grandpa. Tears I cried when my boys went on there own, oldest to the army and the youngest on his own. Tears I cried being left all alone, as a daddy on my own, as the last one went out on his own. Who's to say men aren't supposed to cry? Try being a Daddy, alone,and on your own.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Daddy's Tears by Suta Northman
Daddy's Tears by Suta Northman
I sit here, tears slowly falling down my face, my memories of the past slowly come into place. With each tear that falls I recall the joy and happiness and pain as a daddy, of the good times and the bad. I recall the tears I cried, the time the doctor handed me my first child, my little girl. I looked down at her with tears in my eyes and the wonder that I held in my arms, so small and full of life. With each baby I let the tears fall, a new daddy each and every time. As time went on I watched my sons and daughters grow through the good times and bad, remebering each and every one. The tears I cried when they walked out the door all grown up on there own. Feeling sad as each one left but filled with pride as they go. The tears of joy I cried when I got a call, hearing the words, Daddy, your a grandpa. A soft little cry, taking me back to when I first heard that cry, my little girl. Over time I would receive a call hearing from my girls with their voices saying Daddy your a grandpa. Tears I cried when my boys went on there own, oldest to the army and the youngest on his own. Tears I cried being left all alone, as a daddy on my own, as the last one went out on his own. Who's to say men aren't supposed to cry? Try being a Daddy, alone,and on your own.
I sit here, tears slowly falling down my face, my memories of the past slowly come into place. With each tear that falls I recall the joy and happiness and pain as a daddy, of the good times and the bad. I recall the tears I cried, the time the doctor handed me my first child, my little girl. I looked down at her with tears in my eyes and the wonder that I held in my arms, so small and full of life. With each baby I let the tears fall, a new daddy each and every time. As time went on I watched my sons and daughters grow through the good times and bad, remebering each and every one. The tears I cried when they walked out the door all grown up on there own. Feeling sad as each one left but filled with pride as they go. The tears of joy I cried when I got a call, hearing the words, Daddy, your a grandpa. A soft little cry, taking me back to when I first heard that cry, my little girl. Over time I would receive a call hearing from my girls with their voices saying Daddy your a grandpa. Tears I cried when my boys went on there own, oldest to the army and the youngest on his own. Tears I cried being left all alone, as a daddy on my own, as the last one went out on his own. Who's to say men aren't supposed to cry? Try being a Daddy, alone,and on your own.
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