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 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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  3. 2. 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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  5. 3. 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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  6. 4. 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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  7. 5. My Father's Hug

    I was raised in a musical family. I've played guitar since 1961. My Mom had learned piano when she was young and played organ at her church. Dad sang, played saxophone and harmonica. He even performed with his band on radio back in the 40's. My relationship with my Dad was not always a happy one, but I tried to remember some of the good times I had with him. There were a few, mostly with music involved, but this is one of my most memorable. I hope you can relate to what it meant to me.

    Revealing Hidden Emotions

    My Father, he was never one
    To show his deepest feelings.
    He never cared too much for hugs,
    Either giving or receiving.

    I guess that's just the way he was,
    To hang on to his manhood.
    Emotions should be never shown,
    I think, he thought no man should.

    There was a summer at our lake
    Where we would spend vacations.
    Our family went there every year
    To this beautiful location.

    One day my Dad and I set out
    To get some food supplies.
    We could only go by boat,
    But there were cloudy skies.

    Half way there, some thunder rolled
    And soon it started raining.
    No matter what our speed was at,
    The storm was quickly gaining.

    My cousin's cottage was in sight,
    We made a bee-line there.
    Until the storm had gone away,
    That cottage we would share.

    The door not locked, no one was home,
    So this would be our refuge.
    It saved us from the pouring rain
    And all that storming deluge.

    We sat inside, but not a word
    Was said between us two.
    We listened to the rain come down,
    While the thunder and lightning grew.

    Then, deep in thought, my Dad stood up
    And started looking 'round.
    He saw a box and opened it,
    A harmonica he'd found.

    He sat back down, slapped it hard,
    Then started into play.
    There's only one piece he would do,
    It's still in my heart this day.

    "Maria Elena" was the song
    And I just quietly listened.
    I'd never heard him play like this,
    The notes that came just glistened.

    And as he played, his eyes were closed,
    His head would weave in rhythm.
    He played the song with all his heart
    And all the passion in him.

    I felt Dad reaching out to me
    To show me his emotions.
    I began to feel a bit choked up
    From this musical devotion.

    The storm had all but disappeared,
    Though it was still there raging.
    The only thing that I could hear,
    Was Dad and I engaging.

    When he stopped, he looked at me
    And saw my eyes were welling.
    I couldn't help but feel the love,
    Through music, he was telling.

    He smiled a bit then bowed his head.
    There was nothing more to say.
    The storm was gone, we bailed the boat
    And continued on our way.

    I'd never seen my Dad like that,
    Before or even after.
    We did have some good times, of course,
    With smiles and often, laughter.

    But something happened on that day
    That's in my heart forever.
    Somehow we bonded through that storm,
    His "hug", will leave me never.

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  8. 6. 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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  9. 7. Father Like Care

    • By Shishir
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018

    Generally, mother's love is appreciated by one and all. In view of the forthcoming Father's Day I have jotted down my feelings for my father.

    Your and mommy's love together had resulted into me
    All your traits are reflecting in my body if you carefully see
    Had you not supported throughout life would be nightmare
    No one in this world will give you a father like care
    You always wanted me to get better success and health
    For that you were ever ready to dole out your full wealth
    My pain was your pain and laughter was your laughter
    I promise when you will need me most I'll also look after.

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  10. 8. 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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  11. 9. 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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  12. 10. My Perfect Dad

    • By Samantha K
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2016

    I wrote this poem to my dad as a birthday present. It's a way of saying thanks for being the "perfect" dad.

    Poem About The Greatest Man In The World

    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.

    Perhaps he thinks I've missed his lessons
    Or that we've grown apart,
    But Dad, I've picked up every one;
    They're forever written on my heart.

    My dad is gentle but strong
    And knows right from wrong.
    He will sit with me all through the night,
    That is why he is my glowing light.

    My dad is like the stars,
    Somehow he's always there.
    My dad is someone who will always help,
    Who shows support and will always care.

    My dad is like a book, the endings are never clear.
    But through the pages, his love is always near.
    My dad will always be; he helps define just who I am
    And is part of me eternally.

    When times are good, when times are bad,
    The greatest man in the world will forever be...my dad.

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  13. 11. 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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  14. 12. You

    I am a single father. I'm still learning to be a father, but I have my daughter by my side to show me the way.

    Poem About Single Father And Daughter

    You make me happy,
    you make me sad,
    sometimes you even make me mad.

    You showed me how to smile,
    you showed me how to care,
    you even showed me how to share.

    You make me strong,
    you make me weak,
    sometimes you even make me weep.

    You are my daughter,
    you are my friend,
    and for you I will fight till the end.

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  15. 13. 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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  16. 14. Through The Eyes Of A Father

    • By Asad Hussain
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014

    Hello, my name is Asad and I am a father of three lovely children. My daughter who is the eldest is 10 years old and two sons aged 8 and 1. My youngest son has unknowingly inspired me to put my thoughts together in the shape of a poem. This poem portrays what and how I feel in the presence of my son, which hopefully other fathers will relate to. I wrote this poem to mark my son's 1st Birthday. I hope you will enjoy reading the poem, as much as I have enjoyed writing it. With kind regards.

    Love Poem To A Son on His First Birthday

    He wakes me bright and early every morn,
    'Tis his hunger, for which he is torn.
    So beautifully cradled, so lovingly raised,
    'Tis no wonder to God, for mothers we praise.
    So dear, so beloved, so perfectly smitten,
    If he was a score, he'd be the finest ever written.
    That thoughtful pause, that longing gaze,
    Never ever ceases to amaze.
    That ray of sun, creeping through the curtain ajar,
    Such a kaleidoscope spectacle, can be seen from afar.
    The radiance, the warmth, the ever felt glow,
    So majestic but oh so very humble.
    Twinkle, that magic in his eye, golden mane,
    So much anger and yet so tame.
    As I grow old and time passes by,
    In his hands, the reins shall lie.
    From a father to a son, whom I dearly cherish,
    Thoughts never die, while the body will surely perish.

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  17. 15. Daddy Can You Hear Me In Heaven

    • By Lupita Cruz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013

    I wrote this poem for my son who was 3 months old when my fiance (his father) was murdered.

    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?...
    Yes my son, I hear you,
    you can always talk to me...
    Yes I have wings and fly,
    when I tuck you in tonight, you'll see...
    Daddy, why can't you stay with me?,
    to push my swing, or just play ball...
    Why can't you just come home?,
    so you can watch me grow up real tall...
    Son, I am always with you,
    your special angel, always at your side...
    I'm sorry I can't be there how you want me,
    but as you grow to a man, I'll be there the whole ride!...
    It's time to close your eyes, go to sleep,
    I'll stay with you,..alright...
    I love you daddy.
    I love you too baby boy, goodnight.

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  18. 16. 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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  19. 17. A Waiting Father

    • By Ryan Lazrine
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011

    This is a poem that tears me up every time I read it back to myself. I have two beautiful little girls, Alexa and Grace. They live with their Mom about four hours away from me. I hardly see them and it weighs heavy on my heart at times. This poem is written from a fathers hurting heart.

    Poem Of Love From Divorced Dad To His Children

    I used to watch you run and play,
    those were our best times together.

    I always tucked you in at night,
    and comforted you during stormy weather.

    I used to hold your hand so tight,
    before we crossed the street.

    And cheered you on with so much pride,
    when you said Daddy look at me!

    Now Daddy's heart hurts so bad,
    not having you around.

    Your Daddy misses everything about you,
    especially trips to the playground.

    But Daddy knows that someday,
    we will be together once more.

    Because there's nothing stronger than a father's love,
    missing his baby girl.

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  20. 18. Between Father And Daughter

    • By Fahad Hakim
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2010

    I have written this for my little princess who is 15 months old.
    She is called Zehra, which in Arabic means 'the shining one'. I have realized fatherhood through her, and to her I dedicate this poem to tell her how much she means to me. I have tried to keep it very simple, portraying an unspoken conversation between father & daughter.

    Brightly-lit eyes speak to me,
    Of all that you little heart wants to be.
    With lots of excitement and warm tenderness
    Come hold my hand, my darling princess.
    At fifteen months you seem to say -
    'I know I don't seem daunting in any which way.
    But my thoughts are a-racing with all I want to do;
    Baba, you will hold me till I am old enough, wont you?'
    'I will', I say. 'Each time you fall and rise,
    Through the dark - till the sunrise.
    We shall spend the afternoon dancing in the rain
    And watch the rainbow as the sun sets again.
    Your first steps with me we shall walk by the shore;
    Splashing in the waters, building sandcastles and more.
    We shall count the twinklers and dance in the moonlight
    Marveling at their brilliance with wonder and delight.
    I want you to soar so spread your wings;
    You are the angel, the stork did bring.
    Enchantment, love, my joy is you...
    Zehra - my shining star, most special are you! '

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  21. 19. On This Father

    I have never been more than a very casual "writer". Silly poems for family, rhymes to go on birthday invites....just "stuff". However, when I finished this one, I had a different surge of pride.

    From Husband To Daddy

    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.

    Our son has grown so much,
    there's no trace of "baby" in his smile.
    But the work has just begun, Dad,
    time to readjust the dial.

    Wrestling in the living room
    makes him feel big and strong.
    Giving him the confidence to make decisions;
    hopefully right, sometimes wrong.

    From sporting events to his first car;
    to dating and a family of his own.
    You are the one he will turn to,
    The best man he's ever known.

    He will watch your every move,
    so guide him the best you can;
    Cause only a Daddy can teach his son
    how to become a man.

    I prayed no other woman
    would come along and steal your heart;
    but from the moment we heard, "it's a girl"
    I knew she would have you from the start.

    A little girl needs her Daddy
    to love her with gentlemanly charm.
    To hold her tightly when she is afraid;
    and keep her safe from harm.

    From pigtails and bubblegum,
    to lipstick and high heels;
    Help her mend a broken heart,
    teach her that true love is real.

    Dance with her in the living room,
    just to see her twirl.
    Know there is no love that equals that of
    Daddy's Little Girl.

    She will grow to be a woman,
    with irresistible charm and grace;
    But right now take each special moment
    and treasure her sweet face.

    I stood and made a promise
    to love you come what may;
    and watching you turn from husband to Daddy,
    makes that love grow more each day!

    From Husband To Daddy, On This Father

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  22. 20. 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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