The post today goes along the lines of the one I published yesterday. I’ve always had such respect for our military and those serving in law enforcement. I’ve never served in either, but my Dad did. Maybe that’s why I have such deepened sense of honor and gratitude.
I can’t imagine being a child and having a parent taken away in the line of duty. While thinking of that, I wrote Waiting for Daddy.
Waiting for Daddy
(Copyright 2014 Chris Martin)
Such tiny little hands, tiny little fingers
The softness of a newborn’s touch
Rosy cheeks, fresh scent that lingers
Two people who love her so much
He slips off into the night with a goodbye kiss
In the silence, Mom and child sit alone
She whispers a prayer, wrapped tightly in a wish
They’re already waiting for Daddy to come home
It’s her first day of school, ribbon…
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