Dedicated to Morgan Beamer born Jan9, 2002
and whose Daddy, Todd, died 9-11-01 aboard
American Airlines Flight 93.....................
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She sits and holds her newborn baby girl,
And looks deeply into her eyes.
Holding her close and so very tightly,
She cannot help but cry.
Tear drops fall onto this tiny, little face,
As she wishes her husband was by her side.
He will not be joining her today,
And she sits there wondering why.
Why is it that this beautiful little girl,
Who looks so much like her daddy dear,
Now has to grow up never getting to know him,
Never getting to have him near.
They dreamed so many wonderful dreams,
So many plans and wishes for them.
But in one quick and dark moment,
It all came to a tragic end.
Here sits a mother and her newborn child,
Whose future begins today,
And with the help of family and friends,
They will see a brighter day.
As she rocks her precious daughter in her arms,
Repeating over the words of love,
"Daddy won't be here with us anymore", she says,
"But he is watching us from heaven above."
"I want you to know daddy is watching down on us
and even though I shed tears of sorrow
I am proud of that brave man that was your daddy,
for he died as he lived, a Hero".
As if the years had not come and gone,
I can still see our happy home.
It's evening now; the days work done,
To read the Bible and pray, the time had come.
We gather 'round Daddy, a child on his knee,
Open Bible in hand, we all try to see.
From where we would read in the Bible tonight,
But it did not matter; anywhere's alright.
We would be taught and taught very well,
Look toward Heaven, shun things of Hell.
After reading the Bible, we'd fall on our knees,
Pray to God above and ask him to Please
Keep us all safe from harm through the night,
And again as we wake with the morning light.
Before breakfast, we're on our knees to pray,
And thank God for giving us another day.
Oh! How I long for times such as these,
To hear my daddy pray, as I sat on his knee.
But even though these times I cannot regain,
Deep in my heart his teachings remain.
I walk among these weathered stones,
That cast their shadow o'er whited bones,
And wonder what if it should be,
That I were them and they were me.
Then, they should live and love and toil,
And I should lie beneath the soil:
No more to feel the morning sun,
Or cooling breeze, when day is done.
But lie at rest 'til heavens call,
To judgment day for one and all;
To answer for your deeds on earth,
And weigh the scales of heavenly worth.
I know some dead would dearly crave,
A second chance, their soul to save.
But, once they end their earthy strife,
Too late to change their score in life.
So, e'er I hear from heavens throne,
I want my choices to be known.
While on this earth I daily trod,
I want to walk in the ways of God.
