
Melody
This page is dedicated to my eldest daughter and future Pulitzer Prize winning novelist and Poet Laureate, Melody Joy
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Name: Melody Joy Delamarter Age: 13 Occupation: Writer
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To Walk In Her Daddy’s Footsteps
One day, a young boy decided to pave, A path for his future children to follow. He made a prayer to the heavenly king, And the sweet draughts of peace did he swallow.
As he grew older, he found out the hardships Of trying to make each wrong right; But also that the Lord was by his side, And promised to make the dark bright.
He grew and became a young man in college, He made a lovely young woman his wife. She had four little girls; the times were rough, But he still accepted God’s guidance in life.
I’m not saying he was perfect, Far from it, in fact. We all make mistakes and stumble, But on our feet, he did and we must, get back.
The oldest grew tall and lean, Her eyes were blue and she had chestnut hair. She was emotional, Tears would fly in the air.
But Daddy was gentle and tender and kind, He gave the calming tender words of love. He taught her to joke and be full of life, And assured her there was beauty in her as elsewhere.
He was patient, in spite of all her mistakes, And inspired her to benefit from his. He showed her that she had talents, But they weren’t what it took to earn his praise.
He loved the girl just as she was, But like a good parent, taught her to improve her ways. She learned to love God as her Lord, And to give unto Him all the praise.
This is my daddy and I am that girl, He has done so good a job of being a father. All along the way, this daughter will be able… To walk in her daddy’s footsteps.
Lord, grant me the fortune Of making such a man my husband. Let my son or daughter be able… To walk in their daddy’s footsteps. Melody Joy Delamarter, November 2007
“Daddy Home!” The sound of a key in the lock, The sound little ears have been waiting all day to hear. Little feet scamper down the hall; the baby giggle heard By all: “Daddy home!”
A man steps through the door, He sees his beautiful baby girl, Tiny arms come around his leg; he hears the baby say: “Daddy home!”
He lifts the baby in his arms, Her chubby cheek next to his. The full baby lips close around his tight; The little girl claps for sheer delight: “Daddy home!”
The years pass by, The baby leaves. The daddy dearly misses the baby voice; it always Made his heart rejoice, to hear: “Daddy home!”
As the man passes through Heaven’s gates, He hears the patter of little feet. Children lost while still in the mother’s womb; They’d gone on to heaven long before. Now he once again hears baby voices, They say the words he’s long wished to hear!: “Daddy home!” Melody Joy Delamarter, August 2007
A Poem for You
You get up early, And then work all day. You get so stressed and worried, There’s no time for play.
But then you come home, And take off your shoes, You hug me close, And say, “I love you.” And I say, “Daddy, I love you too.”
You go on a business trip, And seem to be gone so long, And I try to keep up the upper lip, But everything just seems to go wrong.
But then you come home, And take off your shoes, You hug me close, And say, “I love you.” And I say,”Daddy, I love you too.”
Someday you’re gonna die, And then we’ll miss you so, We’ll say through our tears, “Daddy, I love you.” And with an echo your words come back from heaven saying, “I love you too.”
Melody Joy Delamarter, July, 2006 | 11/10/2007
Melody wrote this poem for my birthday this year (2007).
Melody wrote this poem right before I left for a trip to Arlington, WA in July of 2006. To make matters worse, she made a recording of herself reading the poem. Then, she proceeded to come downstairs to where I was trying to eat lunch before an afternoon departure, plunked the cassete player on the table, and reduced her Daddy to a slobbering mess. Little Rascal. |

