He walked away at seventeen
Before the child was born.
He read the note that said it’s a girl
Early on a Sunday morn.
He thought about a visit, just a peek to see
Does she look just like her mother,
Or does she look like me?
He didn’t want his life to change
He had plans to keep.
But every night he thought of her
Just before he’d sleep.
A year then two then three and four
She never left his mind.
She was better off with out him.
Some means to justify, he just had to find.
He lost his job his dreams were gone.
His life filled with regret.
If only he had been a man,
His responsibility he had met.
He looked into the eyes of every
Child whose path he crossed.
Another year went by his quest was surely lost.
It was late one Christmas Eve
He played Santa for the store.
With each child’s request his loss felt even more.
Then a little blue eyed girl sat down upon his knee,
She said, “my name is Amelia, do you remember me?”
“I know I‘ve been a good girl
My mom will tell you so,
Tell me Mr. Santa Claus can you make it snow?”
“I guess I should ask for toys but I have lots already.
But the one thing that I’ve never had,
I have never had a daddy.
Mommy says you won’t bring me one
But if you make a plan.
You and God can do anything,
I just know you can.
“A daddy who would play with me
And my mom won’t be so sad.
So all I want for Christmas is just to have a dad.”
This child had taken him by surprise
But Santa Claus can’t cry.
What could he tell this little girl,
A tear fell from his eye.
Amelia looked out in the crowd and said, “Look there is my Mommy.
Wave your hand Mr. Santa Claus cause I want her to see me.”
He looked up and to his surprise he saw a familiar face
He could not believe his eyes, his heart began to race.
He gazed down at the lively child.
She held her tongue out, and tried to wink then gave him a smile.
“Remember me Mr. Santa Claus, I live on Cherry Lane,
I only want a Daddy, Amelia is my name.”
He let her down reluctantly, a miracle for sure.
He tried his best to hold the tears.
He had met his little girl.
On that Christmas Eve his life forever changed
His life had a new meaning and Amelia was her name.
Author notes
I know this is a little long but I have had this on my mind for several days so I had to do something with it.
Written December 11th, 2002
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this was superb.
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Wow, this is a really touching poem. Very beautiful write. -
Thank you Sassy.I hope your daughter does not feel this way.But then Ameilia is a very cheerful little girl.She still believes .Wings
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Wings,
I came upon this poem by fluke, but it touched my heart so deeply I didn't almost cry, I almost bawled. I can totally relate to this poem! I wonder if that's how my daughter's (ahem) feels... the possibilities are endless with this poem, great job! -
I thank all of you for the beautiful comments.Maureen I would be interested in your thoughts.I have already made several minor changes in the poem.( not posted yet). Super Dutchess , the clift hanging ending is part of the poems charm don't you think? Is it a true story? Well wouldn't that be easy. Merry Christmas to all. Wings
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omg! This poem makes me want to cry! It's SOO amazing you have a lot of talent...great job :o) -
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wow, this is absolutely amazing. it's so touching, keep it up!
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How wonderful. It was so touching almost made me cry. -
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that's so sad and yet so lovely. I started to cry!
Kyra -
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Wonderful story! I got chills reading this! (I always get chills when I'm emotional!) VERY nicely done...it really touched me! Wow!
A few minor changes and this could become a classic Christmas poem!!!
:-) Maureen -
excellent
this was great..that poor man, he's choices will haunt him for so long. So what happens after this...it left me hanging. great job :) -
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Great story. makes me wonder if it really happend and if it did, did he come home? Great poem reguardless. -
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wow, i don't know if i'm overly hormonal right now or what, but this poem almost made me cry and i don't usually do that. i really like it. insomniaspiral
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