Father's Day Poems

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NEW: I received this via email from my friend, Heather, and it touched my heart, so I thought I'd add it here. I don't know where it originated or who wrote it or the correct title, so we will just call it:

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,
for 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 firefighter
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 she 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.
They say it takes a minute to find a special
person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then an entire
life to forget them.

Daddy, "I Love You" Daddy, I love you For all that you do. I'll kiss you and hug you 'Cause you love me, too. You feed me and need me To teach you to play. So smile 'cause I love you On this Father's Day.	Ever since I remember Ever since I can remember You have been the one who picked me up when i would fall lift me up when i was down You are the one who wiped away the tears And made a smile magically appear. You are the one who loved me no matter what I did And you are the one who helped me to be what i am today How can I ever tell you how very much I love
Daddy's Little Girl You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold, You're daddy's little girl to have and hold. A precious gem is what you are, You're mommy's bright and shining star. You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree, You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me. You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice, And you're daddy's little girl. You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold, You're daddy's little girl to have and hold. A precious gem is what you are, You're mommy's bright and shining star. You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright, You were touched by the holy and beautiful light. Like angels that sing a heavenly thing, And you're daddy's little girl. You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright, You were touched by the holy and beautiful light. Like angels that sing a heavenly thing, And you're daddy's little girl. By Bobby Burke and Horace Gerlach	Father's Are Wonderful People Fathers are wonderful people, too little understood, And we do not sing their praises as often as we should, For 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 soft as he can be. 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 bring them happiness, And like our heavenly Father, he's a guardian and a guide, Someone we can count on to be always on our side.
A Father Just Like You "I just want you to know you mean the world to me, Only a heart as dear as yours would give so unselfishly. The many things you've done, all the times that you were there, helps me know deep inside how much you really care. Even though I might not say, I appreciate all you do, Richly blessed is how we feel having a father just like you."	What is a Dad? A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again. A dad is someone who wants to keep you from making mistakes but instead lets you find your own way, even though his heart breaks in silence when you get hurt. A dad is someone who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail... ~By Susan Ceylise
The Little Chap Who Follows Me A careful man I ought to be, A little fellow follows me, I do not dare to go astray For fear he'll go the selfsame way. I cannot once escape his eyes, Whate'er he sees me do, he tries; Like me, he says, he's going to be, The little chap who follows me. He thinks that I am good and fine, Believes in every word of mine The base in me he must not see, The little chap who follows me. I must remember as I go, Through summer's fun and winter's snow, In building for the years to be The little chap who follows me!	Did I Ever Say "Thanks" Did I ever say thanks for all the toys you mended, games we played, outings to the park, and the way you always tried to cheer me when I was down? Did I ever say thanks for the sacrifices you made so I could be involved in so many enriching activities? Did I ever say thanks for working so hard to provide for our family? Did I ever say thanks for having such faith in me and always being there when I needed you? Most of all, Did I ever say thanks for caring?
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	Walk A Little Slower Walk a little slower, Daddy, Said a little child so small. I'm following in your footsteps And I don't want to fall. Sometimes your steps are very fast, Sometimes they are hard to see; So, walk a little slower, Daddy, For you are leading me. Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true; So walk a little slower, Daddy, For I must follow you.
Daddy's Hands I remember Daddy's hands folded silently in prayer, And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare. You could read quite a story in the calluses and lines. Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. I remember Daddy's hands, How they held my Mama tight, And patted my back for something I'd done right. There are things I've forgotten that I loved about that man, But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands. Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was crying. Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong. Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, But I've come to understand, There was always love in Daddy's hands. I remember Daddy's hands working till they bled, Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over, I'd live my life again, And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands ~ Angel	A Little Girl Needs Daddy A little girl needs Daddy For many, many things: Like holding her high off the ground Where the sunlight sings! Like being the deep music That tells her all is right When she awakens frantic with The terrors of the night. Like being the great mountain That rises in her heart And shows her how she might get home When all else falls apart. Like giving her the love That is her sea and air, So diving deep or soaring high She'll always find him there.
Remembering Dad So many dads have passed away It came time for mine to one day Though no less do I think of him Than dads alive within Earth's rim The decades of memories cherish I Full life he led before my good-bye Still so difficult having to do this Even released he to Heaven bliss From early childhood days of play Adolescent temptations kept away Father supportive I undeserved And all too often so unreserved The gap of generations so tested Sometimes such strains unrested Surviving teens both unravaged Dad and I my adulthood managed To middle-age I, and old age he Supportive roles reversed they be So appreciative I was of my dad No other in life would I have had ~Toby V	When I See Through Daddy's Eyes I see a man who is a hero, When I see him through my eyes. But, I see a man who's just a Father, When I see through Daddy's eyes. He doesn't know that he's special. Or that he puts rainbows in my skies. But, I sure know that he loves me, When I see through daddy's eyes. They say I have my Father's eyes. But, It's more the ability to see, The blessings God has given us, When I see my Father in me. He's nothing short of a hero. And to me, that's no surprise. For I can see how much he loves me, When I see through Daddy's eyes. ~ By Claytia Doran
Grandpa and Me When Grandpa comes and reads to me: I feel the sun and smell the sea. I hear of men who caught the whales, And then some wild safari tales. He reads how cowboys rode the trails And men worked hard to build the rails That carried trains out to the west. Then baseball stories I like best. Grandpa can't do skateboards, though. He's not good with nintendo. These things I overlook, you see, Cause I love him and he loves me. - Bob Tucker	Dad He doesn't stand out in a crowd, just an average, regular guy, But to me he's a king and stands near ten feet high. He loves and understands me, whether I am good or bad. They'll make the man that I will be, the hours I spend with Dad. Author unknown
Play With Me Please There's a magic moment sent down from the sky. Descending so stealthily, it almost passes me by. It may be in the morning or the late afternoon, Or sometime after midnight, when the cow jumps over the moon. Come, play with me. Your presence is requested at a banquet for a bear. The giraffe and the tiger insist you be there. Please, hurry daddy, the tea is getting cold. And you are getting old. Come stay with me, play with me, daddy, please. She brightens me with sunshine twinkling from her eyes. She captures me with silence and playful long good-byes. Its see you later alligator, after while crocodile. Watch my special cartwheel, lets be buddies for a while. And come, play with me. Your presence is requested at a banquet for a bear. The giraffe and the tiger insist you be there. Please, hurry daddy, the tea is getting cold. And you are getting old. Come stay with me, play with me, daddy, please. -Warren Throckmorton	What Is A Dad 2 A Dad is a person Who is loving and kind, And often he knows What you have on your mind. He’s someone who listens, Suggests, and defends. A Dad can be one of Your very best friends! He’s proud of your triumphs, But when things go wrong, A Dad can be patient And helpful and strong. In all that you do, A Dad’s love plays a part. There’s always a place for him Deep in your heart. And each year that passes, You’re even more glad, More grateful and proud Just to call him your Dad! Thank you, Dad For listening and caring, For giving and sharing, But especially, for just being you!
Only A Dad Only a dad with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame To show how well he has played the game; But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see him come and to hear his voice. Only a dad with a brood of four, One of ten million men or more Plodding along in the daily strife, Bearing the whips and the scorns of life, With never a whimper of pain or hate, For the sake of those who at home await. Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd, Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way, Silent whenever the harsh condemn, And bearing it all for the love of them. Only a dad but he gives his all, To smooth the way for his children small, Doing with courage stern and grim The deeds that his father did for him. This is the line that for him I pen: Only a dad, but the best of men. Author Unknown	To Any Daddy There are little eyes upon you, And they're watching day by day; There are little ears that surely Take in every word you say; There are little hands all eager To do everything you do. There's a little boy who's dreaming of the day he'll be like you! You're that little fellow's idol, You're the wisest of the wise. In his little mind, about you No suspicions e'er arise; He believes in you devoutly, Holds that all you say or do He will say and do, in your way, When he's all grown up like you. There's a wide-eyed little fellow Who believes you're always right; His keen ears are always open To catch your words, day or night. You are setting an example, Every day, in all you do, For the little boy who's wanting to grow up to be like you. - Isabelle Tucker
Child's Footprints Poem "Walk a little slower Daddy" said a child so small, "I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall. Sometimes your steps are very fast, Sometimes they're hard to see; So walk a little slower, Daddy, For you are leading me. Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true, So walk a little slower, Daddy, For I must follow you." (author unknown)

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