A beautiful poem written 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..............

touched****

just great.....

i really miss my parents every second. nice poem.

thanx pplz