Father Child Poem

A son writes about his father. Dad worked hard all his life. He was devoted to his family and friends. A man so sure and steady that you thought he'd be around forever.

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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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My Hero, My Dad

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Published: February 2006

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

He never had much money to spend
But he had the respect of all his friends
He was born and died in the same county
He never felt the need to search the world for bounty
He got up each morning at the break of dawn
Ate breakfast, packed his lunch and then he was gone

It takes a lot of work with a family to feed
A lot of devotion to meet their need
But he did it for years till his family was grown
Then he could retire and get to stay home

A time for rest but it didn't last long
He became sick and then he was gone
I guess I thought he would always be there
When I had a problem I needed to share
But when I am low and feeling sad
I still draw strength from my hero, my Dad.

more by Wayne Baggerly

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  • by Bob Stoess
  • 8 years ago

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 Mom started a laundry service. He picked up and delivered laundry on a horse and buggy. He rented a small farm and raised a truck garden, selling vegetables to the grocers in town. Thanks for the memories. I loved this poem.

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