He isn’t just a Dad to me

Dear Daddy,
I know today is Father’s Day
And you miss me really bad,
But if you could see what I see,
You wouldn’t be so dad.

I have all kinds of playmates
And playgrounds everywhere!
With swings and slides and
Balloon rides that whiz right
Through the air!

We have ice cream, cake and candy,
Milk, cookies and punch;
We never have to go to bed,
And we choose what we want for lunch.

There’s even a river where you and I could fish,
The water’s as clear as a day in spring,
And beautiful rainbows and fluffy white clouds
From which I can see everything!

So you see, daddy,
Even though I’m not with you,
I’m under my Father’s care,
And when it’s time for you to come,
You’ll find me waiting right here!

And I’ll give you the biggest hug –
Gee, I can hardly wait.
And when no one’s looking,
We’ll even swing on Heaven’s Gate!

I love you daddy. Happy Father’s Day!

from Darrell, miscarried at 16 weeks on June 15, 1962
and Melody, miscarried at 16 weeks on June 23, 1963.
Written by our mommy, Jo Ann Taylor
This June 15, 2000


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