Dedication Page
For Justen
For Elisabeth
For Sierra
A FATHER'S CRY


?WHY DO THOSE KIDS HATE ME DADDY??
ASKED MY SON,
WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE.
?WHY THEY NOT LET ME PLAY WITH THEM??
MY HEART BROKE MORE WITH EACH WORD,
FOR I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO SAY TO HIM.
HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO A CHILD?
?THEY MAKE FUN OF ME DADDY,?
HE CONTINUED,
?AND THEY SAY I A BABY, I NOT A BABY DADDY, I A BIG BOY?
FIGHTING AWAY MY TEARS,
I HELD MY SON,
TRYING TO COME TO GRIPS WITH HIS SADNESS.
I WAS ANGRY AT WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO HIM,
I WAS SADDENED THAT THE OTHER CHILDREN HAD PARENTS WHO WATCHED AND SAID NOTHING.
WILL THERE EVER BE A TIME
WHEN ALL CHILDREN WILL BE ACCEPTED
JUST AS THEY ARE?
WHEN THOSE WITH DISABILITIES
CAN PLAY ALONGSIDE THEIR PEERS
AND NOT BE MADE FUN OF?
WHEN PARENTS TEACH THEIR CHILDREN RESPECT
AND CHILDREN LEARN IT?
QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS,
CRUELTY WITHOUT REASON
AND TEARS OF A HURTING CHILD
ARE HERE IN TODAY'S WORLD.
ALL A FATHER CAN DO
IS HOLD HIS CHILD,
OFFERING LOVE AND SUPPORT
AND WIPE AWAY TEARS.
EMAIL DAD