Father Child Poems

Father Child Poems

Poems for Fathers

Many men will agree that being a father is the most rewarding relationship that they have. Children begin by loving their fathers unconditionally. It is a clean slate. There is nothing the father has to do to earn his child's love. The difficult part is not losing it. As the child goes out into the world, he will see all kinds of men whom he will look to as models as well. It is crucial that his father stay active in his life and help him make intelligent decisions. A boy without a father will look elsewhere to fill his father's shoes.

46 Father Poems from Children

  1. 1. A Girl's Daddy

    • By Lisa Linn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2016

    I wrote this for my husband because he is such a great daddy to his two girls. Since I know from personal experience how devastating an absentee father can be to a daughter's heart, I wanted my husband to know how strong an impact he was having as a loving father to his daughters. I hope you enjoy it too!

    From Wife To Husband You're A Loving Father

    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.

    The love for his girls went beyond any love
    That any daddy ever had before.
    He loved his girls with all of his heart,
    And their daddy his girls did adore.

    Wrestling, singing, kisses, and hugs,
    This daddy's love was true.
    And when one of his girls stepped out of line,
    He'd say, "Daddy will love and protect you."

    Now I don't think this daddy truly understood
    The impact he had on his doves.
    For a girl's very future is shaped by the way
    Her father shows her his love.

    You see, a daughter learns compassion, confidence, and truth
    When her daddy loves her so.
    She will choose a husband of love and respect
    Who will nurture her and help her to grow.

    She will be gentle, confident, strong, and secure;
    She'll show others her beauty inside.
    She'll craft love from the love that she knew as a child;
    And then one day this she'll confide:

    "Thank you, Daddy, for loving me so,
    For proving my dreams can come true.
    You've shown me the path of an extraordinary life,
    And Daddy, I'll always love you!"

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  3. 2. Last Chance

    • By Stefanie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008

    A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.

    Poem To Dad From Angry Daughter

    My heart aches, Dad,
    For the things you won't do.
    My soul breaks, Dad,
    For all that we've been through.

    I fear it's too late, Dad,
    To mend my broken heart.
    I'm so full of hate, Dad,
    I don't know where to start.

    You took away my hope, Dad,
    That I would ever be loved,
    And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
    As I watch you love your son.

    I want to scream and yell, Dad,
    But I fear my voice will crack.
    I want so much to tell you, Dad,
    That I can't always take you back.

    Please listen to my words, Dad,
    For they are all that I can say.
    I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
    And not just throw me away.

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  5. 3. A New Father's Questions

    • By Jose Bernard
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    An expectant father looks toward the job of fatherhood with excitement and wonder.

    On Finding Out You're To Be A Dad

    You come to me with sadness in your eyes,
    And tell me we have to talk,
    Immediately I think the worst,
    'Is it me? Does she want to walk?'

    You try to begin, but don't know how,
    And my nerves are standing on end.
    You say that you're pregnant, two times confirmed,
    And we may have a new little friend.

    I'm speechless and breathless,
    I can't form words to say,
    This isn't what I expected,
    Driving home today.

    I know this is sudden,
    And we haven't prepared,
    But we've been through so much already,
    Look at all we've shared.

    Now there's another life,
    Growing inside of you,
    And I wonder what kind of Dad I'll be,
    Will our Child's dreams come true?

    Will I be the kind of father,
    Who dotes upon his child?
    Who fixes skinned knees,
    With a smile, patient and mild?

    Will I learn to chase the monsters,
    From underneath their bed?
    Will I be able to ease the nightmares,
    From our child's tiny head?

    Will you shine as a mother?
    Will contentment light your face?
    Will it bring out even more beauty,
    Which the passage of time could never erase?

    Will you be the kind of mother,
    Who worries each time our child is ill?
    Each stuffy nose an emergency,
    Or will you have more resolve than I will?

    What will it look like?
    Will it have your eyes?
    Will it love us right away?
    Will it look on us with surprise?

    Will we learn to adjust to 2am cries?
    Can we deal with late night feedings?
    Will I cry in front of the Obstetrician,
    The First time I hear our child's heart beating?

    Will it be a son or daughter?
    Will it grow up to be like us?
    Will we learn to deal with the crankiness,
    When our baby starts to fuss?

    These questions seem so pertinent,
    More so now than they ever had,
    I hope our child will love their mother,
    As much as she's loved by their Dad.

    I'm scared and excited,
    Hesitant and yet bold,
    We're going to be a family,
    And our baby we'll soon hold.

    Will it be a boy or a girl?
    I guess only time will tell

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  6. 4. Clutches

    • By Hunter J. Fowler
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016

    This poem is about when my dad left for Iraq for the first time in 2004. While he was over there and I was on the phone with him, a rocket or mortar landed near him near the Mess Hall. He wasn't injured by it, but his first thought was to make sure I couldn't hear the full on explosion.

    Poem About When A Father Leaves For War

    There's a little boy standing by the fence with a flag in his hand.
    He's sad and confused; he doesn't understand.
    He watches his daddy turn and head up on the bus.
    He watches him go and doesn't even fuss.
    "Why does it have to be my daddy?" he thinks to himself.
    Then he thinks back to the pictures on the shelf
    Of his dad dressed in a suit with a white cap,
    But he doesn't know why daddy's going to Iraq.
    He sees his daddy wave at him from the bus's window.
    His heart is aching with every sinew.
    "Daddy, come back!" he wants to yell,
    Because even on the home-front, war is hell.

    He stands at the front of class talking loud
    About how his daddy is making the nation proud.
    He still plays on the playground with all the other kids.
    Some stop and ask where his daddy is.
    He says he misses him and wants him back
    From the clutches of Iraq.

    He stands by the mess hall with a SATCOM phone,
    Making a call to his family back at home.
    His wife picks up and tells him her love and asks how he's been,
    And then he hears a little voice chime in.
    "Daddy, when are you coming home?"
    There was a pause on the phone.
    A mortar came in and landed near the Mess.
    He knew he had to cover up the phone his best.
    "Daddy, what was that sound?"
    He couldn't tell him there were bombs landing around.
    He said, "I love you," and played it off well,
    Because when you're in it, war is he'll.

    He stands with his buddies talking loud
    About his little son and how he makes him proud.
    He still patrols around the war zone with all the other men.
    Some stop and ask how the family's been.
    He says he misses them and wants to get back
    From the clutches of Iraq.

    There's a little boy standing in a crowd with a flag in his hand.
    His daddy's coming back from a foreign land.
    The sound of horns blaze through the air
    As the crowd erupts into fanfare.
    He saw a line of soldiers get out.
    He saw him and ran with a loud shout
    And ran into his arms.
    He was safe from all harms.
    He got his daddy back
    From the clutches of Iraq.

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  7. 5. Father

    • By Jennifer S. Williams
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    This poem is from daughter to father. It says thanks for being there for me in all the right ways. I love you, dad.

    Rhyming Father's Day Poem

    When I scratched my knee,
    Or if I bumped my head,
    When I was afraid of the dark,
    Or that thing under my bed,
    When I cried in the night,
    Or even in the day,
    You were there for me
    To make it all okay.

    You tickled my feet
    And laughed at all my jokes.
    You taught me to believe
    In having high hopes.
    You are my father.
    You did what you had to do,
    But more than a father
    You are my friend, too.
    You made everything good
    That was once bad.
    I just want you to know
    I love you, Dad.

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  8. 6. Keepsake

    • By Mac Mckenzie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    Love the outdoors and family. Believe that there is more than just life to look forward to. I've been writing poems for my family for years, and have been encouraged to share them with other families.
    God and I are OK; He gave me a loving family and friends and a strong belief in his guidance of all aspects of this life and those to come.
    I write to provide smiles and hope that some of my poetry touches someone's life, for the greatest joy is to make someone smile, even if just briefly.

    Poem About Hunting With Dad

    One day my dad was hunting, from his favorite hunting stand;
    'Twas a giant Oak with perfect limbs, under which two deer trails ran.
    Now this favorite spot of Daddy's was as unique as it could be,
    'cause a lightning bolt had burned a giant hole down through that tree.

    As he double checked his deer tags, as he did quite frequently,
    he accidently dropped his wallet down the hole in that old tree.
    Well, his family hunted from that tree ever since they'd been around,
    And there was no way on God's green earth he'd ever cut it down.

    That Oak tree was my "learning stool" as dad was teaching me,
    and most of what I learned 'bout deer was right there in that tree.
    And I finally took my own first buck, right there from that old stand;
    with Daddy sitting next to me to calm my nervous hands.

    "I've taught you everything I know," Dad proudly said to me;
    "Someday we'll bring my grandson here, and teach him in this tree".
    Well, I laughed and poked him on the arm; hell, I was just a kid,
    But Daddy made me feel real good, somehow he always did.

    Well, we shared some twenty seasons, and we watched some good bucks grow,
    But unlike that mighty old Oak tree, on my dad those seasons showed.
    Soon he'd grown too old to really hunt, still he'd sit with me in that stand,
    and it was my turn to hold and steady the shaking in Daddy's hands.

    Then he died at the end of that season, ten years too soon to see
    The grandson that he'd dreamed about get to hunt from that old tree.
    And now it's opening morning, on my son's first whitetail hunt;
    I'm sitting beside him in "Grandpa's Tree" 'cause we both knew that's what he would want.

    Now I'd seen this scene from both sides of that limb, and it happened exactly the same;
    we heard one coming, I steadied his hands, and here that old buck came.
    He handled it just perfect; his Grandpa would've been proud,
    I shook his hand and wiped a tear and looked up at the clouds.

    Then we hung his deer right from our stand, and I took a Polaroid shot;
    And I wanted so badly for Daddy to see the buck that his grandson got.
    Then as I watched that picture develop in my hands,
    I felt a breeze and heard a gentle rustling near that stand.

    Then a little stronger gust of wind whipped the picture from my hand
    and carried it briskly into that tree, above the old deer stand.

    Well, my son said he'd go get it, but I told him "never mind."
    We'd take a few more later, but let's leave that one behind.
    'Cause he could've looked forever, but I knew where it would be,
    Tucked safely in Dad's wallet, down the hole in that old tree.

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  9. 7. Daddy, I Love You

    • By Laura Phipps
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A succinct poem of beauty of a girl saying thank you to her daddy.

    You held me up when I was weak.
    You hugged me close when tears I'd weep.
    When things got hard, you pushed me through.
    You always showed me you loved me true.
    I know there were times I made you cry, and to this day,
    I don't know why.
    For without you, where would I be?
    I am thankful God gave you to me.
    Thanks, Dad, for you are one in a million.

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  10. 8. From Dad

    • By Richard Burge
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011

    Recently, I came to the conclusion that I want to write poetry. What better poetry to write than about your kids? This poem is about my love for my children.

    A Dad's Love For His Children

    I never thought I could love someone
    The way that I love you.
    I'm completely fascinated
    With everything you do.

    I don't regret a moment with you,
    Whether good or bad.
    You have made my life complete,
    The best life a guy could have.

    You might not ever notice
    Everything I do,
    But everything I'm doing
    Is for no one else but you.

    My goal in life is simple.
    It's to be your father first.
    To protect, defend, and love you
    When you are at your worst.

    I know when you grow older
    You won't want me anymore.
    If you ever need me, though,
    I'll be waiting at the door.

    Promise you will come to me
    With any problem that you have.
    I'll always be right here for you.
    I love you both! Love, Dad

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  11. 9. To A Terrific Dad

    • By David L. Helm
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A son writes a poem to his father, telling his dad just how terrific he is.

    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!

    To a dad who's growing older,
    To a dad who's going gray,
    To a dad who just gets smarter,
    It would seem from day to day!

    To a dad who has potential,
    To a dad who is the best,
    To a dad who's been successful,
    And who drowns out all the rest!

    To a dad I admire,
    To a dad I can trust,
    To a dad I appreciate.
    That's what makes this rhyme a must!

    To a dad I call father,
    To a dad who's held it through,
    To a dad I'll love forever,
    Because Dad, you know it's YOU!

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  12. 10. In Her Eyes

    • By Michelle W. Emerson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A genuinely beautiful relationship between father and daughter is too rare not to print this one. Poem about a Daddy's Girl.

    Special Love Between Father And Daughter

    The depth of a father's love shows in his daughter's eyes.
    What's known is what's shown from sunset to sunrise.
    A foundation built on more than just what is spoken.
    It's commitments kept and promises that go unbroken.
    An emotion so immense that nothing in this world can erase.
    The permanent impression of love is tattooed upon her face.
    A relation so peculiar that only the two can understand,
    Yet so immaculate it's obvious that, by God, it was planned.

    I believe it all began when she would sleep upon your chest.
    Now you're her number one, her favorite, you're the best!
    You move and she watches so closely it's as if she's in a trance.
    The fact that she can repeat you, exactly, isn't just by chance.
    From wrestling, racing, jump roping to being made up like a doll.
    Both playmate and best friend, you've done some of it all.
    A secret place, a look, special time just for her and you.
    When a choice is to be made, it's all about what Daddy wants to do.
    And you're there to cater to her every need and every wish.
    There's an invisible pedestal for Daddy's little princess.
    She's content just to be. She's filled with absolute bliss
    Just to sit up under you, giving an occasional hug and kiss.
    Sweet dreams are non-existent without Daddy's goodnight kiss.
    Your gentle stroke, words just for her, your check on hers is what she'd miss.
    It's simply because of how you love her, I surmise.
    The depth of your love always shows in her eyes.

    With you, her laughter is harder and her smile is even brighter.
    You have a friendship, a bond, a soul tie that couldn't be any tighter.
    It's more than a special bond; it's an exclusive connection.
    No room for a third party or attempted interjection.
    This love is reserved just for Dad and no other.
    It's not the same for siblings, not even for Mother.
    It's the kind of love that I could never despise.
    For the depth of your love always shows in her eyes.

    To her, you'd give anything, but it's not about the gift.
    It's that marvelous smile brought on by the spirit you lift.
    It's not about what you can give her or about what you can do.
    It's about the unconditional love reciprocated between you two.
    It's the tears in her eyes when you two disagree.
    Nothing's quite right until 'I love you and I'm sorry.'
    It's that spunk in her step, the rainbow in her eye-
    You'll know she's a Daddy's girl when she passes by.
    She's got the kind of love that never fades or dies.
    The depth of your love always shows in her eyes.

    Upon angel wings you soar; your sparkling golden halo glows
    Whenever she's with you, it's Heaven in her eyes that shows.
    Her eyes hold a song so beautiful you'd think it was Heaven's melody.
    It's the music of love's symphony composed by each precious memory.
    The love known is the love you've shown from sunset to sunrise.
    The depth of your love will forever show in your daughter's eyes.

    Special Love Between Father And Daughter, In Her Eyes

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  13. 11. A Daughter's Cure

    • By ReNee A. Reising
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A girl writes of her relationship with her dad. He is not her biological father, but in her mind that does not matter.
    Dedicated to Brent Tucker
    He may not be my father, but he will ALWAYS be my dad.

    Dad's Love For His Daughter Even Though They May Disagree

    Sometimes life throws us curve balls,
    And nothing he does is fair.
    We know we have a lot of differences,
    But with a dad's love, who cares?

    Sometimes it seems like he doesn't understand
    And it is difficult to relate.
    But with a big bear hug and a look in his eyes,
    Some of my pain can go away.

    We don't always have similar viewpoints.
    When we disagree, we might shout,
    Yet when the day is over,
    Our love can work it out.

    It's hard to reach common ground
    When the road is really rough.
    I may feel like he's always against me
    But in truth, he couldn't love me enough.

    Yes, life (and parents) throws us curve balls,
    But one thing is for sure.
    My dad is more than just a dad.
    He is a daughter's cure.

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  14. 12. I Love Being Your Dad

    • By Tim Holtz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2020

    My name is Tim Holtz, and I wrote this poem for my son Lil Tim on his ninth birthday. Timothy Jr. was a miracle child born to my wife Kim and I, as we found out that due to a chromosome issue we were not supposed to have been able to create children together. Rarely is there a dull moment in our home. The three of us have interest in many things. My wife runs her hair salon, Lil Tim is into karate, soccer, football, reading, and games. I am a police officer in "small town USA."

    Poem About A Dad's Love For His Son

    I love being your Dad because you make me feel that I've done at least one thing right.
    I love being your Dad because at the end of a trying day, I know I'll receive at least one warm hug goodnight.

    I love being your Dad every day that goes by
    because I get to watch you succeed by giving everything a try.

    I love being your Dad as I watch you grow.
    Often you bring tears to my eyes, but I never let you know.

    I love being your Dad while I worry about if you're safe, happy, and well,
    even when you think I'm mad because I had to yell.

    I love being your Dad because together we make a great team.
    I check with you every morning asking, "What did you dream?"

    Today is your birthday and we measured your growing height.
    I smiled as we did it, hoping I'm doing the Dad thing right.

    I love being your Dad because no matter if I'm gone away,
    You're in my heart every second of every day.

    God has blessed me with you, and for that I'll always be happy.
    I'm sorry if this poem has your old Dad sounding sappy.

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  15. 13. Father And Daughter

    This poem is about the strong bond between a father and daughter. It is dedicated to my dad, who passed away just before my 21st birthday; he was 51.

    Unbreakable Bond Between Father And Daughter

    The bond between father and daughter happens instantly, starting right at birth.
    When a father first lays eyes on his little girl, he loves her more than anything on this earth.
    When a daughter grows older, her father is the first man she will love
    And the last one her father will have trouble letting go of.
    In her eyes he is the closest thing to God; in her eyes he is a king.
    To her father, she means the world; she means everything.
    When a daughter grows up to be an adult and mature,
    Her father will always be there any time she still needs dad to help her,
    To give her advice or just for anything she will ever need.
    The bond between father and daughter is the most important bond indeed.
    It cannot be broken when she finds a man and become his wife,
    It cannot be broken even in the ending of either one's life.
    A daughter will always have the memories of her father, her best friend.
    This bond has a beginning, but there is never an end.
    The bond between a father and daughter is so profound.
    The love shared is well-renowned.
    From the beginning of his daughters life, he is a changed man.
    At that moment, his life really just began.
    From the moment their eyes meet,
    Two souls instantly become complete.

    Unbreakable Bond Between Father And Daughter, Father And Daughter

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  16. 14. Daddy

    • By Ginger C. Smith
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    "You're not my father, but you will always be my dad."

    Father's Day Poem For Stepdad

    I'm just sitting here thinking about what you mean to me,
    Remembering all the things you've done for me.
    You've been there for me from the start,
    Knowing what to say to keep me from falling apart,
    Taking everything that comes your way good or bad.
    Even though you're not my father, you'll always be my dad.
    I can't count high enough for every time you went out of your way.
    Knowing you're there keeps me going every day.
    When I need encouragement, you're the first to give it.
    When I have a problem, you always have the best advice to fix it.
    I could sit here and say, "Thank you," from now till I die, but it wouldn't be enough.
    I can only wish if I went through what you did I could be so tough.
    I'll always love you unconditionally
    From now till eternity.

    Father's Day Poem For Stepdad, Daddy

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  17. 15. My Father

    The bond between a father and a daughter is special. For every daughter, her father is the world...her rock-solid support and personal superhero.

    Father Acrostic Poem

    F is for Friendly; with him, fun times I share.
    A is for Amazing; his heart is full of compassion and care.
    T is for Truthful; his values have helped me stand tall.
    H is for Helpful; his generosity is valued by all.
    E is for Encouraging; his confidence in me stays strong.
    R is for Reliable; he has been there for me lifelong.

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  18. 16. A Father's Fear

    I see my daughter's life flying by so fast. She's only young, but my mind often takes me to the day I'll give her away on her wedding day. How I dread that day, yet I try to use that feeling to inspire me to be the best dad I can, while I can.

    The Fears That Affect A Father

    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?"

    Right now, I'm her hero, her joker, her friend.
    Must the passing of time bring all that to an end?
    Everyone tells me, "They grow up so fast."
    How do I hold on to what I know will not last?

    These thoughts most afflict me on nights starved of sleep
    Like treading water in emotion, too vast and too deep.
    Too soon will I slip beneath the surface, from view,
    Replaced in her heart by a hero anew.

    If you fight fire with fire, can I fight fear with fear?
    "What happens if I don't make the time count right here?"
    "What if work or sports or other things hold sway?"
    "Would I be happy with that when I'm old and gray?"

    Let it be my resolve to be fully engaged
    In her life, while I can, before she gets engaged.
    I'll keep safe in my heart, every laugh, every smile,
    Until that day arrives to walk my girl down the aisle.

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  19. 17. Just A Dad

    It is so hard to know how to be a good father for our sons. Here is a poem from the perspective of a son's view of fatherhood.

    What Makes A Good Father?

    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.

    He isn't impressed that he may be
    a corporate president, or a college grad,
    or even a life-saving surgeon.
    He just wants his dad.

    No matter how much money one can earn
    being a famous coach, farmer, or CEO,
    his child just wants him nearby.
    That's all he needs to know.

    This son just wants some of his precious time
    to be his parent to care,
    to hear the words, "I love you,"
    and to just be there.

    Others may try to replace him
    in life's good times and bad,
    but if the truth is known,
    a son just wants his dad.

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  20. 18. My Daughter, My Love

    • By Shreya Kulkarni
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2016

    Hi! This is Shreya! My poem is a 2-minute read about how deeply a father loves his baby girl!

    The Joy A Girl Brings To Her Father

    As she wears
    that angel smile
    on her face,
    my world comes
    to a standstill...
    As she comes
    running to me,
    I wonder if I could
    ask for something better
    from destiny...
    As she entwines
    her little finger
    around mine,
    I feel the trust growing within
    so divine and sublime...
    As her chuckles and
    gurgles of laughter
    keep ringing in my ears,
    I realize my day becomes
    all the more lovelier...
    Seated by my window pane,
    as I watch the morning sky,
    it dawns upon me
    the beautiful truth
    that in my life,
    my little child
    makes up most of the story.

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  21. 19. Daddy's Little Girl

    • By Ashley N
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018

    There always comes a time in a father's life when he has to watch his children growing up without him to show them the way. A father's role as a parent is to teach his children and give them the strength they will need to grow into an adult. Most fathers don't even know they are doing a good job. I have been blessed with a great father, and I wrote this for him after graduation.

    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.
    You don't know, but I'm in awe
    Of the steps that I try to keep pace.

    You may feel me slipping away,
    Hanging on by a thread,
    But that's okay,
    Because you know that I'll always be that little girl
    With the stars in her eyes and a bow in her curls.
    And even as I grow up,
    Know that you'll always be stuck
    In a place in my heart that's just yours.

    Daddy, you're the strongest I know.
    Not just with your hands but also your soul.
    I don't think you've noticed, never had to look back,
    But I've seen past the things that I thought I had lacked.

    I've come to my crossroad; I've chosen my trail.
    It's going to be hard. I may even fail,
    But your courage and strength will keep me on track.
    And If I've learned anything, it would be that
    Hardships and hurt will come when they may,
    And if you let them drag you down
    They won't go away.

    Daddy, you taught me how to be strong.
    My journey is a hard one; it's going to be long.
    I have all I need to face my fears,
    And the lessons have been learned; it's taken me years.

    Now I am confident in the strides that I take.
    My faith has grown strong, and it will never break.
    From this moment on, I'm chasing the world,
    Always proud to be my daddy's little girl.

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    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.

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  22. 20. This Is Why I Love You!

    • By Latasha Huffman
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008

    I wrote this poem because my father died this year on September 20, 2008. I loved my father more than anything, He was a wonderful father. He was here for me when I needed him to be here for me.

    Dad,
    I love you.
    Whenever I saw you,
    You would put a smile on my face.
    You cheered me up
    When I was feeling down.
    You cheered me on
    When I was doing good,
    You made me laugh and giggle,
    Whenever you tickled me on my feet,
    Whenever I fell,
    You would pick me up and put me back on my feet.
    You made me proud
    When you never gave up and you kept trying.
    You never let anything stand in your way.
    That's why I love you!

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    Latest Shared Story

    OMG when I read that I was like, I should go and tell my dad that and tell him how much I feel about him

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