Daddies Don't Forget Their Little Girls

     This poem is far from new, and many of you have likely heard it before, but its message remains very dear to me. It was written January 28, 2009, and first recited at a community supper the same year. I hope you find the same comfort in this thought that I do.

Daddies Don't Forget Their Little Girls

She trembled on the corner bench

Where Daddy told her wait,

And she watched the sun start sinking

As the hour became late.

Daddy'd went and left her here,

For an errand he'd had to do-

"Just stay right here," he told her,

"And I'll come back for you."

But now the streetlights flickered on,

And yet she sat alone.

Shivering in the evening breeze,

I heard her softly moan:

"Daddy! Wherever are you?

I'm weary and tired and cold!

I want you here beside me-

I want your hand to hold!"

But still there was no daddy-

A tear ran from her eye-

And then another, yet another,

As she began to cry.

So forlorn was her state!

A man coming up the street

Saw the child weeping there

On the bench's wooden seat.

Heavy-hearted he sat down

And murmured very near,

With his arm about her shoulders:

"What's the matter, dear?"

The little girl looked up at him

With joy so great to see,

And blurted, "Daddy! I thought

You had forgotten me!"

Her father kissed her gently

With a hand upon her curls,

Then softly told her, "Daddies

Don't forget their little girls."

So oft we find we're wandering

Confused and feel alone.

We want to feel a father's love,

But only find a stone.

It seems that He's forgotten

and lost forever we'll stay-

That we will have to walk alone

Upon the toilsome way.

But then we must remember,

Never mind what Satan hurls...

God's the greatest Father, and daddies

Don't forget their little girls.