41. My Hero, My Dad
My hero never fought in a war
He never drove a big fancy car
He did not go very far in school
But he lived his life by the golden rule
My hero never fought in a war
He never drove a big fancy car
He did not go very far in school
But he lived his life by the golden rule
This is so well worded. It reminds me exactly of my own upbringing and father. I am one of seven children raised during the depression. Dad was a carpenter and when building ceased, he and...
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I know that I'm not perfect, and I'm sure you know that too,
But it means the world to know that I can always talk to you.
I am sure you didn't expect all this when you took me in to stay.
But you still loved me enough that you did it anyway.
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The pleasure I gain
From being a Dad
Is down to my children,
All three that I've had.
I was looking for a poem about my step-son's love for his three children, now that he and their mother are divorced, to put on a scrapbook page of him and the children, and this poem was...
As a kid when I watched you walk,
Leaving behind your foot mark,
I leaped and jumped to match that stride,
Never succeeded however hard I tried.
There was a time
When not so long ago
A newborn had cried her first tear
As she entered into a strange new world.
Awesome. I just love it! It's awesome, and I'm speechless.
My father is a farmer.
His heart is in the soil
It's there he finds his solace,
Among the grimy toil.
This is the best poem I've ever laid eyes on! I, too, have a farmer father, and this poem fits him perfectly. Daddy told me once that he feels closest to God when he is in the fields. Thank,...
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To a dad who is terrific,
To a dad who's real neat,
To a dad who makes the best of things,
Even when they're not so sweet!
I have to tell you how I feel
Sometimes my words may not seem real
You do what you do to make me laugh when I cry
This poem had me crying so hard!! It's a great poem.
Though you're not his father as far as bloodlines go,
You are the only daddy this child will ever know.
You've held his hand and guided his path,
Creating a bond that forever will last.
A real dad is someone who sticks around to care for you. A biological dad is there when you’re born. I have a real dad now, and I am proud to call him my father.
My father's love never places judgment on me,
his love comes unconditional and unselfishly.
For all the things you've done to show how much you care,
I am so glad to have stumbled upon this poem. In my moment of grief, this has given me the strength to strive to be a dad like this for my two daughters. Many thanks and much love.
The fears of a father in this world are not few.
Over time they may shift in their shape, shade, or hue,
But the one that keeps calling, keeps knocking my door,
"What happens when she doesn't need me anymore?"
You are so right to value the time you have together now - I cannot believe how quickly time has fled. However, I look back and feel blessed for such treasured memories. Very best wishes, Ann.
Being a father to a son
brings a man's heart so much joy.
You can't imagine your world
without this wonderful little boy.
A father is a person who loves and respects you.
He is honest and he never neglects you.
He is the greatest that your eyes will ever see.
No other man like him will there ever be.
A father is a man who gives you enough room to make mistakes as you grow, crawl before you walk and watch you stubble along the way.
He'll give you enough space to waddle in your...
I have the very perfect dad,
That is something anyone could see.
But I don't know if I've told him
Exactly what he means to me.
Wow, this is a beautiful poem. I love it. I can tell you wrote this poem from your heart.
Although you're not my birth dad,
You've loved me since I was small,
The road has not always been easy.
I remember the times
You'd flip me onto your shoulder
Freefalling skyward
Taller, older
This poem so reminds me of the relationship my Daddy and I had. He had a major surgery in 1971 and because of that and the effects of the anesthesia, his decline began. It took a while for us...
You are the one who held me tight,
Rocked my cradle all through night,
Cuddled me dearly when I was in fright.
Oh Pa, you will always be my shining knight.
Fathers, daughters, a timeless bond
Vaster than oceans, tranquil as ponds
My FATHER is gone
I lost my dad 9 months ago now and it is still hard for me to come to terms with the loss. This poem has given me great comfort especially as it is the first Christmas without him.
Brightly-lit eyes speak to me,
Of all that your little heart wants to be.
With lots of excitement and warm tenderness
Come hold my hand, my darling princess.
Socks glide across the kitchen floor,
Arms spin me around once more.
Best time I ever had,
Was dancing with my Dad.