POEMS ABOUT FATHER

DAD

You are appreciated so very much,
for all the times you manifest your loving touch.

In so many kind and beneficial ways,
you've given freely to our family day after day.

I admire and respect your strong presence,
wise advice, your tremendous experience of life;

And the warm and generous things you naturally do,
without ever expecting something in return for you.

I love you dearly dad,
and that your mine, I'm eternally glad!

-- Janet A Sullivan

How Much I Love You

How much I love you I can't say:
It's more than words can hold.
You're all at once my rich, red clay,
My potter and my mold.
Yours the words that shaped my voice,
The spirit within mine.
Yours the will that shaped my choice,
My fortune, and my sign.
How lucky I was to have had you
At the core of me!
Wise and good, you always knew
Just what I could be.
And so I came to be someone
Whom I could be proud of.
For this I give my swollen sum
Of gratitude and love.

--Nicholas Gordon

You've Been Everything To Me

You've been everything to me: a father,
Teacher, playmate, model, conscience, friend.
Sometimes I'm not certain why you bother,
If your feelings on my words depend.
I know I haven't been the child I should:
Far from it, and I really can't say why.
I know exactly what I'd label good,
But in the real world something goes awry.
Underneath my actions there is love,
Gratitude, respect, and admiration.
Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking of,
But I thank God you're in for the duration.
I'm sorry, sorry for the things I do,
But please believe I cherish Mom and you.
--Nicholas Gordon

Why

I never shared a drink with my father
"he was too young" — when he died,
all that was left to fill my glass
was the poured out question — why?
Why was I left to be alone
with only childhood memories to have;
why was he taken away so soon,
why was this — all the time we had?

Why was I to become a man
before I understood — why?
Why was I to be a part of a plan,
before I wanted to try?
Why didn't time just stand still,
to let me find my own pace?
Why was I given an empty glass to fill
and forced to enter the race?

Why now is that glass filled
and how did I win the race,
could it be that my father still
has helped me find my place?
Could it be that the time we had
was time blended with love
and the drive that I still have
is stirred by him — up above?

I never shared a drink with my father
"I was too young" — when he died,
but now I raise and toast a glass
filled with all the things I've tried
and I know he'd be proud of me
because of all the things he instilled
and I hope my sons can learn from me
all the things to keep — the glass filled!

--Dan Metz

What Makes A Dad?

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... "DAD!"

--Author Unknown

Fathers Are Wonderful People

Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should...

For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills...

And Father struggles daily
To live up to "his image"
As protector and provider
And "hero of the scrimmage"...

And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subject
To the thing we call emotion,

But if you look inside Dad's heart,
Where no one else can see
You'll find he's sentimental
And as "soft" as he can be...

But he's so busy every day
In the gruelling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife...

But Fathers are just wonderful
In a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
And accolades of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness...

And like Our Heavenly Father,
He's a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on
To be always on our side.

-- Helen Steiner Rice

It's so Nice to Have a Dad Around the House

DADS are special people
No home should be without,
For every family will agree
They're 'SO NICE TO HAVE ABOUT' -
They are a happy mixture
Of a 'SMALL BOY' and a 'MAN'
And they're very necessary
In every 'FAMILY PLAN' -
Sometimes they're most demanding
And stern, and firm and tough
But underneath they're 'soft as silk'
For this is just a 'BLUFF' -
But in any kind of trouble
Dad reaches out his hand.
And you can always count on him
To help and understand -
And while we do not praise Dad
as often as we should,
We love him and admire him,
And while that's understood,
It's only fair to emphasise
His importance and his worth -
For if there were no loving Dads
This would be a 'LOVELESS EARTH'.

--Helen Steiner Rice

Father and Son

Be more than his dad,
Be a chum to the lad;
Be a part of his life
Every hour of the day;
Find time to talk with him,
Take time to walk with him,
Share in his studies
And share in his play.

Take him to places,
To ball games and races,
Teach him the things
That you want him to know;
Don't live apart from him,
Don't keep your heart from him,
Be his best comrade,
He's needing you so!

Never neglect him,
Though young, still respect him,
Hear his opinions
With patience and pride;
Show him his error,
But be not a terror,
Grim-visaged and fearful,
When he's at your side.

Know what his thoughts are,
Know what his sports are,
Know all his playmates,
It's easy to learn to;
Be such a father
That when troubles gather
You'll be the first one
For counsel, he'll turn to.

You can inspire him
With courage, and fire him
Hot with ambition
For deeds that are good;
He'll not betray you
Nor ill repay you
If you have taught him
The things that you should.

Father and son
Must in all things be one --
Partners in trouble
And comrades in joy.

More than a dad
Was the best pal you had;
Be such a chum
As you knew, to your boy.

To My Dad
by Alana

I'm opening my presents in front of the tree,
Dad, and I look over to your chair
I look at the emptiness, Dad, the space,
and become sad because you're not there

Summer comes along with my birthday,
Dad, and you aren't there with a big grin
My competitions come and go, Dad,
you aren't there to see me win

I go into your room one day,
Dad, and look at your empty drawers.
I go and visit you one day, Dad,
and I see you, but the soul isn't yours

I feel you, and see you,
and touch you and smell you.
But you can't think, or drive, or work
or be my dad like you always used to.

Why did this happen, Dad?
I know that no answer will fit right.
I wish you could still be here Dad,
I wish you didn't lose the fight.

Why is God making you suffer,
Dad, I'd really like to know.
I get to see your body and it tears me up inside,
I visit you and then I have to go.

I see your body, but yet it's not you,
and that's the hardest of them all.
No one understands, they think you are still alive,
they don't get why I always bawl.

Its like you die over and over,
Dad, it is like a tease,
A constant reminder of something I can't have,
I am begging you please!

Don't treat me this way,
God, I want my Dad back
Dad, if you're listening from wherever you are,
my life is perfect, but you I lack.

You are still here, so I don't know
whether you are watching from Heaven above
Maybe your soul is there,
but either way, I send you my love.

A Mother's Day
by Cowgirl Mom

Mom sits thinking about her girls and her boys,
reminiscing days the floor was covered with toys.
Remembering the tiny bootees and the little shoes,
remembering all the gurgles and the little coos.

When you said your first word she was so proud,
and was beside herself when you laughed out loud.
When you cut your first tooth and began to crawl,
she just couldn't wait to give all the kinfolk a call.

She misses singing you lullabies in her old rocking chair,
as she looks at your baby book and your first lock of hair.
Those crew haircuts, pony tails, and the dog eared locks,
the cowboy boots, and penny loafers, and little bobby socks.

She misses the fingerprints found all over the wall,
the coats and the mittens that hung in the hall.
The paper dolls, and toy cars, and the little trikes,
and when you were older the two wheel bikes.

How you looked forward to each and every New Year,
although you fell asleep before it was near.
The pictures you brought her that you drew in school,
the words that you used like awesome and cool.

The Valentine cards you made all by yourself,
the Barbie dolls and models that set on a shelf.
St. Patrick's Day when your clothes were all greens,
your little chairs that were stuffed full of beans.

The Easter suits and the dresses covered with lace,
colored eggs and stuffed bunnies all over the place.
Flowery weeds that you gave her on Mother's Day,
and hearing your footsteps as you run out to play.

Father's Day and the things you made for your dad,
those gifts were the most precious that he ever had.
Then going to the carnival and watching you ride,
watching you at the park as you went down the slide.

The picnics with peanut butter and jelly on bread,
hearing you say your prayers before going to bed.
Taking you Trick or Treating Halloween night,
trying to juggle all the bags and a huge flashlight.

Thanksgiving dinners when everyone was still home,
the house seems so empty now that you are all grown.
Seeing the happiness that spread across your little face,
as you ate Christmas dinner after you had said grace.

Blowing out all the candles on your birthday cake,
tightly closing your eyes for the wishes you'd make.
Watching you open gifts covered with paper and bows,
placing every card that you got very neatly in rows.

These are just a few things remembered by your mother,
she remembers all your childhood at one time or another.
She misses the goodnight hugs and the goodnight kisses,
there are thousands of things that she really misses.

My Dad
by Tammy

I am old, but I am young,
In the memories of a distant sun.

Hand in hand,
We stroll along.
Gathering daisies
As we sing our song.

Skipping and Laughing,
Smiles that we share.
It's a Father's love -
None could ever compare.

I am old, but I am young,
As long as childhood memories are sung.

My Special Hero
by Corky Ferguson

When I was a baby
You would hold me in your arms
I felt the love and tenderness
Keeping me safe from harm.

I would look up into your eyes
And all the love I would see
How did I get so lucky
You were the dad chosen for me.

There is something special
About a Father's love
Seems it was sent to me
From someplace up above.

Our love is everlasting
I just wanted you to know
That you are my special hero
And wanted to tell you so.

Daddy
by Corky Ferguson

Waking in the morning
I couldn't hardly wait
To start a new adventure
Never wanted to be late.

Tiny little feet
Running after you
Holding your hand
All the day thru.

Riding on the tractor
In the bright hot sun
Plowing in the fields
What a day of fun!

Playing in the barnyard
With a piglet or two
Didn't matter what we did
As long as I was with you.

Growing up with you
Was my heart's delight
Wish you were still here
To hug me "goodnight".

Daddy
by Katey Shines

Daddy.
You were never really there for me.
You never really cared for me.
You listen very rarely.
I feel close to you barely.
Every thing she did was the most important stuff.
Every thing I did was never good enough.
You’re a very small man,
and that I will not stand.
You weren’t there when I needed you.
you always had something better to do.
I loved spending time with you,
but that seems to be the one thing you never wanted to do.
So now I given up, I just don’t care.
And when I’m asked about you, a good response is rare.
You don’t know how much I’ve cried.
You don’t know how long I’ve sighed.
I’ve learned lessons from you that weren’t good.
but I never understood.
I’ve learned to be conceded.
And uncompleted.
From you I’ve learned never to have a softer side.
And when things get to tough, to run out and hide.
I’ve learned to be cold, cold as cold can be.
Yet with all the damage you’ve caused you still can’t see.
You’ve torn me apart.
and that’s just the start.
You said I’m not that smart, that I’m really slow.
You said (not in these words) but basically that I’m a ho.
Thank god I don’t take after you.
or I don’t know what I’d do.
Unlike you I grew up.
My new fathers a man, while you’re still a pup.
He may be a dick,
but who gives a lick.
At least he cares,
at least he’s there.
I know these things sound mean.
But my pain will no longer go unseen.
I’ve gone though some changes, and opened up my heart.
But in my new happier life, you are still a part.
My new love for others and for you I will show.
But this pain in my heart will never let go.
I’m a young woman now.
That happened . . . some how.
I’ve learned to forgive,
but never to forget.
My memories of you are bad and sad.
But now in many ways, I’ve found hope. Even though it still hurts, I’ve
learned to cope.

What A Dad Will Do For His Daughter
by Cheryl D'Aprix

What a Dad will do for his daughter is rock his sick baby girl
until the sun peeks through the darkness
letting him know the night of worry is over.

He will take her small hand in his and walk slowly as she takes her first
walk to the ice cream shop to share a cone full of heaven on earth.

He will sip from the tiny tea cup she has set in front of him
and in harmony with the stuffed animals carefully placed in their seats
he will sing the praises of her great hospitality.

He will sit through dance recitals and fashion shows
where he is the only audience
and will clap with the enthusiasm of a thousand people.

He will take her fishing and play soccer,
and introduce her to the world outside
as if just experiencing it for the first time himself.
Perhaps he is.

He will sit with her through sweat and tears over homework
that was supposed to be turned in the day before
and he'll smile as they finish, seeing her relief.

He will place a firm hand on the shoulder of the young man that comes
to take her to the school dance
silently letting him know where he stands and what he expects.

He will watch with overflowing pride as his young lady
accepts her high school diploma
and will silently pray to God to calm his fears
and get him throughout the day.

He will be full of conversation and more than happy to listen
when she calls home now and then.
Even when the game of the year is on.

He will gently fold her arm around his
and with all the courage and faith he can hold onto
he will stroll down the aisle,
giving her hand but keeping her youth.

He will be the first one in the maternity ward ,
at the nursery window,
carefully inspecting the activities of his new family member.
Another part of her, another part of him.

He will reassure her as time rages on
and the signs of his old age start to frighten her.

He will caress her hand with a passion
to which she has never felt
as he whispers his last wishes to her.

He will come to her heart for all her life
as she sees his manner in herself
or his features in her children.

He will live in the smiles
that grace her face
as she remembers the things he did for her.

A Father's Love
by Sir Shotgun

No matter what has come about
you were always there,
As a Dad you showed me of
the how, the why, and the where

And even though I've let you down
it's me I've really failed,
The oceans of this stormy life
I've conquered and sailed

The courage to keep pushing on
is what I've learned from you,
And in the years to come I hope
you'll feel the same way, too.

I promise we'll be closer
and we'll do thing's never done,
And so I send this poem to you
from me....your loving son.