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Life is such a fragile thing, we take it for granted when we should be treating it with great respect.

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Please read my poem, its a story that had to be told and one that will touch not only your heart, but your very soul.

My Dad 

Her hair was up in a pony tail, 
her favourite dress tied with a bow. 
Today was Daddy's Day at school, 
and she couldn't wait to go. 

Her mummy tried to tell her, 
that she should stay home. 
As the kids might not understand, 
if she went to school alone. 

But she was not afraid; 
she knew just what to say. 
What to tell her classmates 
of why he wasn't there today. 

But still her mother worried, 
for her to face this day alone. 
And that was why once again, 
she tried to keep her daughter home. 

But the little girl went to school 
eager to tell them all. 
About a dad she never sees 
a dad who never calls. 

There were daddies along the back wall, 
for everyone to meet. 
Children squirming impatiently, 
anxious in their seats 

One by one the teacher called 
a student from the class. 
To introduce their daddy, 
as seconds slowly passed. 

At last the teacher called her name, 
every child turned to stare. 
Each of them was searching, 
for a man who wasn't there. 

'Where's her daddy at?' 
She heard a boy call out. 
'She probably doesn't have one,' 
another student dared to shout. 

And from somewhere near the back, 
she heard a daddy say, 
'Looks like another deadbeat dad, 
too busy to waste his day.' 

The words did not offend her, 
as she smiled up at her Mum. 
And looked back at her teacher, 
who told her to go on. 

And with hands behind her back, 
slowly she began to speak. 
And out from the mouth of a child, 
came words incredibly unique. 

'My Daddy couldn't be here, 
because he lives so far away. 
But I know he wishes he could be, 
since this is such a special day. 

And though you cannot meet him, 
I wanted you to know. 
All about my daddy, 
and how much he loves me so. 

He loved to tell me stories 
he taught me to ride my bike. 
He surprised me with pink roses, 
and taught me to fly a kite. 

We used to share fudge sundaes, 
and ice cream in a cone. 
And though you cannot see him. 
I'm not standing here alone. 

'Cause my daddy's always with me, 
even though we are apart 
I know because he told me, 
he'll be forever in my heart' 

With that, her little hand reached up, 
and lay across her chest. 
Feeling her own heartbeat, 
beneath her favourite dress. 

and from somewhere in the crowd of dads, 
her mother stood in tears. 
Proudly watching her daughter, 
who was wise beyond her years. 

For she stood up for the love 
of a man no longer in her life. 
Doing what was best for her, 
doing what was right. 

And when she dropped her hand back down, 
staring straight into the crowd. 
She finished with a voice so soft, 
but its message was clear and loud. 

'I love my daddy very much, 
he's my shining star. 
But sadly he cannot be here, 
as heaven's just too far. 

You see he was a soldier 
And died just this past year 
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy 
and taught brave men to know fear.
 
But sometimes when I close my eyes, 
it's like he never went away.' 
And then she closed her eyes, 
and saw him there that day. 

And to her mother’s amazement, 
she witnessed with surprise. 
A room full of dad’s and children, 
all starting to close their eyes. 

Who knows what they saw before them, 
who knows what they felt inside. 
Perhaps for merely a second, 
they saw him at her side. 

'I know you're with me Daddy,' 
to the silence she called out. 
And what happened next made believers, 
of those once filled with doubt. 

Not one in that room could explain it, 
for each of their eyes had been closed. 
But there on the desk beside her, 
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. 

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, 
by the love of her shining star. 
And given the gift of believing, 
that heaven is never too far. 

In remembrance of all those who give their lives,
 so that we may know peace.

Lest We Forget
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The Last Letter project is giving away a second mirror Will with every full programme that a client takes.

This is your opportunity to say what is in your heart, using this special gift for those you love, those whom you leave behind who have to face a future without you.

Your personal Last Letter uses your words which are then transcribed onto bespoke materials and sealed in a manner that fully reflects the quality of your message. In this way you can reach out and touch those you love and leave something that is far more valuable than any material possessions.
                             “Your heart and soul in your own words”
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