Dedicated to my daddy, Pastor ‘Doc’ Robert Vajko, April 27, 1936 – December 20, 2020
Tiny feet patter across the floor
As Daddy walks through the door.
A squeal of delight as she sees his face
Then rushes into his warm embrace.
It’s time for a hug and a tickle
Maybe even a giggle.
Now that her daddy’s home.
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She skips down the hall
Holding her favorite doll,
Then laughs with glee
As her father sits her on his knee.
She’s older now but still daddy’s girl
All’s right with her world
Now that her daddy’s home.
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She’s fifteen going on sixteen
Quiet, studious, serene.
And even though she’s still pint-size
She’s pleased she has her daddy’s eyes.
Though she no longer runs down the hall
She’s always glad to hear her mother call
“Daddy’s home!”
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From the family’s nest she’s flown
With a precious family of her own.
Yet though she can’t see Dad every day
She still gets on her knees to pray.
She asks the Lord to send His angels
To protect him as he works and travels
And to please bring her daddy safely home.
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Now there’s just an empty chair
Where her daddy often sat in prayer
Talking to the Lord above
About the little girl he loved.
And though she misses seeing his face
She knows he’s in a better place
Because her daddy’s finally Home.
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© Renée Vajko Srch, December 2020
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That is so lovely – daddies are a special gift.