41. Wondrous Magical Times
The child held to her
daddy's hand.
She stood upon his feet,
and as they danced to the music,
The child held to her
daddy's hand.
She stood upon his feet,
and as they danced to the music,
I loved the poem but I really can't relate to it because it was hard for my dad when he was growing up because he never had anyone like the little girl does in the poem. He never had a father...
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Not many people can say
they have a true friend
Someone that stands by your side
and shows devotion with no end
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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.
I remember my dad waking me up at 4 o'clock.
Barely getting up with my eyes half shut,
Getting ready and packing up dad's truck,
Hoping to catch some fish down at the dock.
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.
He grew up in a town where people were poor,
In a family quite wealthy with love.
He was raised by two parents who were stable but strict
And taught him to trust God above.
My dad joined the Navy, but he is with me still today. I am sorry for your loss.
Daddy, can you hear me up there in heaven,
Way up high?
Are you an angel? Do you have wings?
And can you really fly?
Very touching poem. This brought tears to my eyes. We have to believe that Love can transcend death and our loved ones are right there with us in just a different way, but it's so hard to...
There once was a daddy who had only girls.
He was very special indeed.
For as some daddies eternally yearn for a son,
This daddy could not see the need.
In your eyes, I see grace,
Full of love and encased
With a hope that burns bright in the dark.
Through your love, I know God.
My dad has always been there for me at times when I think I can't keep going, but he never stops telling me that I can accomplish anything in my life.
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.
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.
Muddy boots and overalls, he stood about six two
He was a country bumpkin; hard work was what he knew
A carpenter, a roofer, a jack of many trades
Countless hours of hard labor with not much time to play
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.
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...
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.
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.
Socks glide across the kitchen floor,
Arms spin me around once more.
Best time I ever had,
Was dancing with my Dad.
I sit here and wait. I wait for your chest to rise; I wait for you to open your eyes. I lay in bed and wait to hear... to hear that door open and Mum calmly come out, because that means you didn't bow out. I watch you smile, to hell with the pain, your spirit lifts when you see us all together again.
I know you're in pain, it's a struggle every day, I know the goodbye that hangs in the air, but my heart isn't ready for the break that's waiting there. I try not to get stuck on what's to come, I don't want to grieve early, let's just have some rum. Let's laugh at the past, and live in the now, create new memories while time allows.
This poem really touched me, and I am a twelve-year old girl! I don't know what's going on now, if he's still fighting or not, but I just want to tell you that you can always pray and God...
Famous Poem
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
He doesn't care if he's a movie star
or the best athlete to be had,
not even a millionaire trader,
he just wants his dad.
Thank you for your kind words. I hope this poem will express the importance of a father's role.