Lil-anonymous-girl: Hi it's Meag. This is just a one-shot in memory of 9/11. I know it's late but I just got this a little while ago…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Danny Phantom nor did I come up with this poem. I just received it via e-mail and thought that it was so sweet that whoever cared to look at this would like to read it…

In memory of 9/11

Rain pelted down steadily on the small town of Amity Park. Among the many rooftops a young girl stared out of a top window. Her raven hair, usually pulled back into a ponytail, was down and left to tumble down her back. She was dressed in a plain nightgown which ran down to her knees and her feet were bare.

Samantha "Sam" Manson was sitting on her window ledge staring out her high window watching as the rain drenched her window.

"He always loved the rain," she whispered to no one in particular. Today was father's day. The one day of the year when she always felt the saddest. She hadn't always been rich you know. Hadn't always been a Manson. At least she hadn't until 6 or 7 years ago.

She could remember it so clearly. Saying bye to her daddy and then skipping merrily to school… finding out that planes had crashed into the twin towers where her daddy was… receiving the worst call of her life…

Tears swelled up in her eyes again as she thought about it. When she had found out she had cried for an entire week. 'No,' she thought firmly. 'Daddy would want me to be happy.' She dried the tears and walked over to her laptop. Her homework assignment had been to write a poem about father's day and her heart already knew the words.

She had been so little back then, but she had held her head up high when it was Daddy's day at school. In a way it was how she had met Danny and Tucker… Sam sighed and looked at the picture frame on her desk. It showed a happy little girl in a pretty pink dress with her dad. Right beside it was a withered pink rose.

Another sigh escaped her cherry lips as she lay on her bed wishing in the entire world that she could have her dad back… Sitting up she brought her laptop closer and started to type…

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;

she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,

for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called

a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far

You see he was a policeman

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.

By the time Sam had finished her poem the tears were streaming down her face. She just missed him so much! Her mother had, had it hard for a while too before meeting Mr. Manson. It's pretty easy to figure out the rest. Sometimes Sam wished that her mom hadn't met Mr. Manson. Don't get her wrong or anything, he was a great guy… he just wasn't her dad. She lay back down onto the soft velvet that her bed provided, after clicking "save" on the traveling computer.

As she lay there with unshed tears still threatening to spill a draft blew over her. Shivering she got up to close the window… only to find it was never open. 'Weird,' she thought. Turning around she ran into a solid body. Silver gloved hands covered her mouth as she opened it to scream.

"Shhhhhh Sam! It's only me! Danny," a calm voice whispered in her ear. Immediately she relaxed and fell into the warm embrace that they were still in. Danny transformed back wiped away a tear from her soft skin with his thumb. "I had a feeling you would be a little teary today." Sam offered a half hearted smile.

"You always know when to come, when to remind me that heaven isn't that far. Thanks Danny," she muttered into his chest. Looking up, butterflies took off in her stomach as she stared into the icy blue, which ironically, she found warm. Sam didn't know if it was the atmosphere of the room, the sudden flood of courage or the surprising push she received from behind her that brought her lips to Danny's, and in her opinion she was a little far from caring.

As the moonlight poked through the rain clouds and washed the young couple in its light Sam managed to catch a glimpse of the fresh, new, pink rose which replaced her old withered one, the pure white angel's feather that lay on her desk and the small note, which she would later find out read:

Never forget to hope my little Sammy,

-Daddy

In memory of 9/11

Meag: And that's the end! (Reviews are always nice…)

Bye!