Become a Fan
By Monika Arnett-Cochran
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
This is a dedication to Salvation from my father, Thomas Franklin Cochran. I add his poetry and our story. My father, mother, and I are reunited after many years of separation.
Father's Love - Daughter's Dream
by Tom Cochran
A Father's Love --A Daughter's Dream
As a little girl lost,
In a home without love,
She prayed to that God
In the heavens up above,
To bring her the daddy
She never knew to love.
One night as she slept,
so peaceful and dreaming,
God set his plan in motion,
An Eagle came screaming,
Sweeping up this little girl,
With its Talons so strong
Lifting high into the sky,
They glided along.
Soaring higher, and higher,
This Eagle did fly,
Up above the clouds,
High in the dark sky.
Suddenly, and without warning, this Eagle did dive,
Down, Down, and Down, landing on the ground,
Where there were giant men all around,
The Eagle loosened its grip
And let her go free,
For it knew this is where
She wanted to be.
Lo, it is now morning and the sun begins to shine,
She awakens very slowly, her eyes not yet open,
She thinks of the night, the trip she had just taken,
That now gives her fright,
Was it real or a dream, she must quickly awaken.
She does, very quickly, and much to her surprise,
She hears voices singing,
That was no Eagle, but an Angel in disguise.
Hastily now she realizes what must be done,
She runs to the Computer and quickly turns it on,
Hurry, Hurry, she tells it, I must seek an answer,
To the key just given me
For the location of my father.
At Keyword she inserts "Sembach Air Base" and waits for a reply,
The page comes up and tells her what to do,
She began writing messages to men unknown, hoping someone will know that father
She never knew, never saw, does not know his name.
Yet, she writes those messages to those men just the same
Telling who she was and what she did expect,
Hoped for and longed for,
As each would read her text.
And one day later, or was it two, Here is the message
Being sent to you.
My darling, My Angel, My love for life,
I am your father, but your mother was not my wife.
Such a long story for now, too long to be told,
All this old man wants now is his daughter to hold.
Here's my phone number daughter, call me tonight,
46-years of waiting has tasked this old life.
I need you my daughter, I need you so much,
I want to place my arms around you,
And feel your tender touch.
All your life I've waited for this miraculous find,
Come to me soon my Angel, let's leave the past behind.
Too many tear drops, too much pain,
Let's remain together always my daughter,
And not let this happen again.
The day went slow, the fathers nerves spent,
Certainly he was on edge,
And his time well spent,
Sending messages to all whom might know
This daughter he had found, but where, he did not know.
All had been given his number to call soon as they saw her,
The daughter he had just found.
Minutes seemed like hours as he sat there waiting,
For the phone to ring and her voice he could hear,
For the first time ever in her 46th year.
At 8:00 PM on the night of May 8, the phone did ring,
Making a peculiar sound as he looked at the ID,
His daughter had been found.
Yes Angel, this is your dad,
I've waited so long,
And for so long I've been sad,
But hearing you now makes everything alright,
I love you my daughter, and for now,
Let's say goodnight.
There's all the tomorrows now for you and me,
Let's make all the plans for you to come home,
To my family, and yours, your siblings to see.
Let's make it soon Angel,
This old heart is on fire
Just to hold you so close,… and stare.
Hours went by as they talked that night,
Those two hearts now beating as one,
They waited an eternity for this moment to happen,
And now it had, by the hand of God.
And the love these two had for the other,
And of course, their faith that could not be shaken.
Just a few short days later another call came,
From this lovely daughter who I cannot call by name,
But this call was the one this old father waited for too long,
As she said, Happy Fathers Day Dad. I Love you.
Angel, you'll never know what those words mean to me on this Father's Day.
I Love you to.
A Devoted Father
To all his children
With a Special Love
For this one,
His First Born
But the last One
This is dedicated to my daughter, Monika, who, for 30 years of searching for me and I for her, would neither give up. Dedicated to God from these two hearts. Separated before birth, but longed for.. for an eternity, searched for throughout his life, until that day, 8 May 2001. They found each other. True Love hath no boundaries…..
A Miracle of Love - Tom's Story
(Written by Tom - dictated by God)
Some men dream of wealth
And position and worldly things,
Some dream of health and happiness.
My dreams have been simple
And now I am blessed,
I dreamed of my child,
My daughter, my first.
Hoping one day to find her
And show her my worth.
God looked down from heaven
On me one day,
And said, "don't despair My son,
I'll give you your daughter next May.
You've proven to me your worthy
And sought that child
With your faith over time,
Now I want you to have her
And her you,
You're both my children,
And you're both devine.
Through faith, hope, and loyalty
To me, both have been true ,
I've followed your footsteps
Now take her and love her,
And never be blue.
For forty-six years I've had her, I've nourished her,
Encouraged her, loved her,
And taught her very well,
She's now yours my son,
You've earned the right to her,
And with you,
Love her as I have,
And keep her faith strong.
I must go now,
My son, my daughter,
But before I do,
Let me tell you this,
And all the world too.
No two people have ever
Proven to me, faith like you two.
I had to be careful
I had to be kind,
For I knew one day
You would have each other,
And well….now it's time.
You never dreamed of wealth or position,
Nor worldly things,
You dreamed of but one thing,
Your daughter, so sublime.
Oh! I'm not finished yet
My son, my daughter,
I'll give you my key
To these heavens I rule,
For one day, I'll need you
To tell the world,
About your search, your love,
To find that baby you left, that little girl.
Her mother and I knew you loved her
And we put you to the test,
You never once faltered,
And now, the world
Will know the rest.
In closing my son,
Tell me your view,
Of this search that has ended
With Monika finding you."
Dear heavenly father, I know
Of all my I realize my wrongs,
But now that all ends,
I have my beautiful daughter
For many years to come
And I'll live my life according
To the teaching you have done.
I thank you dear Jesus
For all that you do,
Now bless the world,
My family, my friends,
And this little girl.
She isn't mine alone you know
She also belongs to you,
But you are loaning her to me
For now - so yes! My Lord!
To you always,
I'll be true .
I didn't stop with writing this poem, commitment to God and self. I wrote the following to Monika, my Bettina, my Angel.
It was 6:00 AM, Sunday, 21 May 2001, and I was in my computer surfing, searching, and suddenly it hit me, I had something to do. I needed to write a poem to the Lord, to the Lord and you. I needed to thank him for these past two weeks when he gave me you. It wasn't I who wrote this, it was he; I only wrote the words given me. I hope this will make you better understand, why I love you so much, why I want to take your hand. I can hardly wait, my Angel when we, together walk those paths of my youth, hand-in-hand.
Today I could be penniless, downtrodden and blue, homeless and starving, but I shan't, for now I have you. My Monika, my Bettina, my Angel, you are my life, and if you weren't my own child, I would want you as my wife. But you are my child, my daughter from the blue…. Come, take my hand, let's tell the world about me and you.
Personal note: Angel, I don't believe there is any end to this writing, but for now it must. I need to type it in the Computer, and send. I love you my daughter.
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|Reviewed by philip cochran
|this is a great story and i am the youngest brother of tom cochran and ever since i was a child i was told by mama dora who took care of me while my mother went to work said tom was going to be a person of great things and she put a mojo on him to protect him from evil and to this day i beleive what she told me about tom and this story and all of the other events surrounding his life all came true.|
|Reviewed by Agnes Levine
|Miracles never cease---this was a pleasurable/joyous read on the day He is Risen.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wonderful story/poem, Monika! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D