Father Poems

Poems about Dad

Our fathers carry half of our genetic makeup. Our relationship with our father plays a huge part of who we will become. In many segments of society, people grow up without ever knowing their fathers. This is unfortunate because fathers should play as important a role in raising their children as mothers. A father is the model of a man for his daughter and she will choose a man who is like him. A father is the model for his son as well. Fortunately, there is a trend for fathers to be more active in their children's lives.

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1. Silent, Strong Dad

The poem is sharing the praise of a father who does not sing his own praises. Therefore, others sing his.

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- By Karen K. Boyer
- Published: November 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
He never looks for praises.
He's never one to boast.
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most.

He never looks for praises.
He's never one to boast.
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most.
His dreams are seldom spoken.
His wants are very few,
And most of the time his worries
Will go unspoken, too.
He's there...a firm foundation
Through all our storms of life,
A sturdy hand to hold onto
In times of stress and strife.
A true friend we can turn to
When times are good or bad.
One of our greatest blessings,
The man that we call Dad.
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2. Only A Dad

Edgar Guest (1881-1959) was a prolific poet who wrote many encouraging messages about everyday life. This poem captures the essence of a man who loves his family so much to sacrifice for them day in and day out. While he doesn't have much, he works hard for his family and shows self-control and determination when things don't go his way. This poem uses rhyming couplets and the repetition of “only a dad” to create a well-structured piece.
- By Edgar A. Guest
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,

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.
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3. My Dad

I lost my dad August 28, 2002. He was my everything. He was 82 when he passed away. I miss him more every day. I'll be sitting at work and will be thinking about him. He was the most perfect dad ever.

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- By Vicky Frye
- Published: June 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Loving Father Poem From Daughter

If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told.
I'd write about my daddy,
For he had a heart of gold.

If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told.
I'd write about my daddy,
For he had a heart of gold.
My dad, he was no hero
Known around this world.
He was everything to me,
For I was his baby girl.
I'd write about the lessons.
He taught me right from wrong.
He instilled in me the values
That one day I'd be strong.
He taught me to face my fears,
Take each day as it comes,
For there are things that we can't change.
He would say what's done is done.
He would say hold your head up high,
Carry yourself with pride.
Thanks to him, I am somebody,
I will never run and hide.
If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told.
I'd write about my daddy,
For he had a heart of gold.

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4. Special Hero

Memories of her dad holding her in his arms are a continuous reminder of the love between them.

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- By Christina M. Kerschen
- Published: November 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
When I was a baby,
you would hold me in your arms.
I felt the love and tenderness,
keeping me safe from harm.

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're my special hero,
and I wanted to tell you so.
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5. A Girl's Daddy

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!

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- By Lisa Linn
- Published: March 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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.

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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6. Last Chance

A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.
- By Stefanie
- Published: August 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem To Dad From Angry Daughter

Analysis of Form and Technique

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

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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7. Family Circle

This poem is about the circle of life and the bittersweet realization of how time and life pass by so quickly.
- By Melissa G. Nicks
- Published: April 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Cycle Of Life Poem

When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm two
"Look, Daddy, I can tie my shoe!"

When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm two
"Look, Daddy, I can tie my shoe!"

Before you know it, I'm five
Every day, you thank God I'm alive
Pretty soon, I turn eight
You tell me I'm never allowed to date

I'm already twelve in my preteen years
Which means you'll help me with all my new fears
Now fourteen with my permit to drive
Waiting to hit the big one-five

Too early comes sixteen, with my license now
It went by too fast, you just ask how

You want to meet my boyfriend when I'm eighteen
I pray to God that you're not too mean
The same guy two years later asks for my hand
I'm relieved when you say, that's just grand

About a year later, you walk me down the aisle
Through all the tears, you bare a smile
Three years later, you're gonna be a grandfather
You show love and pride for your new granddaughter

Another year down the road
Mom dies, oh the many tears that flowed
You're not doing so well without her
Less than a year later, you forgot all about her

Alzheimer's sets in and it scares me so
Not long after, you decide to go
Now I'm regretting not saying goodbye
Every time I think about it, I start to cry

The cycle has begun again
It has started over with little Megan
The other day, she turned two
And said, "Look, daddy, I can tie my shoe!"
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8. Blue

A father writes of a special relationship with his daughter who was born blind and at age sixteen was given the gift of sight. A father daughter bond strengthened by the gift of sight, a beautiful story.
- By Brian A. Haycock
- Published: April 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Beautiful Narrative Poem About The Gift Of Sight

She was born pink and soft with all of her toes
She had my eyes and her mothers nose
She cried for a moment and then settled down
The angel of my life with hair of brown

She was born pink and soft with all of her toes
She had my eyes and her mothers nose
She cried for a moment and then settled down
The angel of my life with hair of brown

Months went by and we watched her grow
Something was wrong and we had to know
The doctor called with concern on his mind
And told me my angel had been born blind

I cried for a while and then I got mad
This was not my idea of being a dad
So from that day forward I started a plight
To be her eyes in life and her heart of sight

As the years passed by she started to grow
Into a beautiful child with a need to know
Each day was spent teaching all that I knew
Until one day when she asked about blue

I tried to define it but my efforts were in vain
Only sighted descriptions were the way to explain
She had no way of knowing what I was trying to say
And for the very first time I failed her that day

Life went on and as she grew
She formed her thoughts on what is blue
Wanting to know just what others could see
Inside her mind it became reality

On her sixteenth birthday our lives got better
We received good new from a doctor's letter
He said he could help and that this just might
Give the eyes of my angel the gift of sight

I will never forget what she asked to see
When she opened her eyes and first saw me
She looked at me with her eyes of new
And asked me to show her the color of blue

I said, Look at my eyes, for they are blue
The day you were born they watched over you
All through the years they never looked away
They will always be with you and will never stray

She smiled at me and said that she always knew
About what the meaning was of the color blue
Through out her life she could always see
With the eyes of her heart instilled from me

To her the color had a meaning more than just sight
Blue had a feeling that gave her an insight
Throughout the years as both our hearts grew
She told me that Love was the color Blue
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9. Tears In My Daddy's Eyes

The poem is about a father's love for his daughter. He was always her pillar of strength whenever she needed him. Now when it's time for her to go start a new life, she sees that he may need her as much as she needs him. He tries to fight off being weak in front of her, but when she's finally ready to fly, she finally sees tears in her daddy's eyes.
- By Unknown Mystery
- Published: June 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
The Special Bond Between Father And Daughter

He was always my pillar when I knew I'd fall,
Always my anchor so strong and tall.
His hard face changes only for me.
His softer side, so careless and free.

He was always my pillar when I knew I'd fall,
Always my anchor so strong and tall.
His hard face changes only for me.
His softer side, so careless and free.
He knows my dreams are too big for this place.
His little girl's leaving, ready to begin her race.
He knows I'll be thinking of him wherever I go.
I know I'm ready to do this on my own,
But still I cry and he holds me tight,
He tries to be strong, not a tear in sight.
I'm ready to reach for the stars in the sky.
He's ready to watch his princess fly.
It's time to let go, sure of a path to take,
But now I know, even pillars can break.
For when I drive away, trying to stifle my cries,
All I could see were tears in my father's eyes.
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10. Memories Of My Dad

The author talks about her dad, who is her hero in so many ways.
- By Rebecca D. Cook
- Published: November 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Dad Being A Hero

He wasn't a hero
Known by the world,
But a hero he was
To his little girl.

He wasn't a hero
Known by the world,
But a hero he was
To his little girl.

My daddy was a god
Who knew all things.
And better than Santa,
With the gifts he'd bring.

I knew his voice
Before I could speak
And loved it when
He would sing me to sleep.

He changed my diapers
And sat up all night
When my body was weak
And I'd put up a fight.

He'd come home late
With not much to say
And made us all kneel
As he taught me to pray.

He taught me life's lessons
Of right from wrong
And instilled in me values
That I might be strong.

And so through the years,
Like a hero he stood.
Working to give
All that he could.

His presence was important,
And we loved to see him smile,
For no one in the world
Could emulate his style.

And so, dear Dad,
My best memory to recall
Is the gift of your presence,
The greatest gift of all.
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11. Daddy

"You're not my father, but you will always be my dad."
- By Ginger C. Smith
- Published: July 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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,

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.
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12. Happy Father's Day

I am daddy's little girl (even though I'm 25) and always have been.
- By Elisa Garcia
- Published: September 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
A Poem From My Heart

I was not sure what to get you
On this very special day
So I decided to write this poem from my heart
I have some things I need to say:

I was not sure what to get you
On this very special day
So I decided to write this poem from my heart
I have some things I need to say:

I would first like to thank you
For never giving up on me.
You pushed me when I needed it
And through your eyes I've learned to see

We cannot give up when times are tough
We've got to learn to lose before we can win
And if I shall ever fall
I know I will always get back up again

Thanks to you, I hold my head high
And carry myself with pride
Thanks to you, I am somebody
Who will never run and hide

Through you I've learned to face my fears
And take each day as it comes
You cannot take anything with you when you're gone
What's done is done

You lead by example
And because of you, I've learned a lot
Thanks for all the dedication that you have demonstrated
And the many many times that you have fought

You have fought for our existence
You have fought for everyone in your life
Never have I seen you give up
And thus in me you've instilled the fight

Never will I back down
For what I think is right
You've given me the will and determination
You've given me the might

To learn how to stand up
And learn to take a fall
But most of all, dad
I've learned you will never stop loving me at all
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13. My Dad

My father showed me the path to being a man. During his 10-year battle with crippling Parkinson's, he did not once complain. My father humbled himself before God, and through all of his medical issues, he kept family, friends, and faith a priority. His love for my mother (his high school sweetheart) was unwavering, and the love he showed us was epic. I will miss my pal, my buddy, my dad.
- By Michael Macdonald
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Father Teaching Son How To Be A Man

He wasn't faster than a speeding bullet,
but he was quick to come to my defense.
Unable to leap tall buildings,
but could lift my spirits when life didn't make sense.

He wasn't faster than a speeding bullet,
but he was quick to come to my defense.
Unable to leap tall buildings,
but could lift my spirits when life didn't make sense.

He did not have the strength of a locomotive,
but the size of his heart could crush any man.
He faced all that the world could throw at him
and always told us it was God's glorious plan.

He didn't wear a cape, a mask,
or have any super powers.
But ask any of his friends,
he was there in their darkest hour.

So now he has gone to heaven,
and in God's arms he will be.
But this loving father of eight
was a superman to me.
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14. Father

This poem is from daughter to father. It says thanks for being there for me in all the right ways. I love you, dad.
- By Jennifer S. Williams
- Published: February 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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 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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15. For My Dad

I wrote this for my father in honor of Father's Day.
- By Patricia A Fleming
- Published: June 2019 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
The Legacy Of A Father

He grew up in a town where people were poor,
In a family quite wealthy with love.
He was raised by two parents who were stable but strict
And taught him to trust God above.

He grew up in a town where people were poor,
In a family quite wealthy with love.
He was raised by two parents who were stable but strict
And taught him to trust God above.

The days of his youth were like everyone else,
Filled with both good times and bad.
But he learned to look forward and follow his dreams
And be grateful for all that he had.

And then at 19, it was time to escape
From the shelter and safety of home.
So he went off to the Navy in search of himself
And to finally stand up on his own.

When tragedy struck and his ship was destroyed,
Torpedoed and lost to the sea,
He learned just how quickly his whole world could change
And how frightening and short life could be.

So when he returned to family and home,
He found where his future now lied,
And he studied and worked and had children,
With the love of his life by his side.

And the rest, as they say, is just history,
But my story all started with him.
He raised me and loved me and taught me what's right,
And I hold him forever within.

The man I've described is my father,
A man of whom I feel so proud.
He was loving, and honest, and decent,
And his humor brought sunshine through clouds.

And it's true that today he's no longer with me.
His laughter and hugs are now gone,
But my deep love for him remains in my heart,
And his memory forever lives on.

But I hope from the heavens he still could look down,
And I hope through the years he could see
Just how hard I have strived to be just like him,
So he could still feel proud of me.
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16. Wondrous Magical Times

My dad was my hero. I always felt safe as a little girl. He taught me that a man should treat a lady with the utmost respect. We should never settle for anything less. There was a time in my life when I did settle for less. My dad saved me, because that little girl still lived in me, and she clung to that magic time with her daddy. His love and strength empowered me to find myself again. I hope this inspires women to remember the happy little girl in them and to never settle for anything less.
- By Annette R. Hershey
- Published: March 2017 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Always Daddy's Little Girl

The child held to her
daddy's hand.
She stood upon his feet,
and as they danced to the music,

The child held to her
daddy's hand.
She stood upon his feet,
and as they danced to the music,
their closeness was complete.

Excitedly, the little girl
would wait for her daddy to speak,
and as she danced in his footsteps,
he knew one day another's love
she would seek.

Time whirled her far
from her daddy's footsteps,
into lost dreams of a magic time,
void of knights and steeds
and damsels saved
and music filled with rhyme.

Old daddy wiped away his daughter's
tears of sadness and then the
tears of strife,
and then held to his child's hand,
quietly rectifying her life.

The child held to her
daddy's hand
and danced to music filled with rhyme,
and felt a touch of happiness
and wondrous magical times.

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17. Becoming A Dad

To bring a baby into the world, women go through incredible pain. In this poem, Edgar Guest (1881-1959) shares how the experience of becoming a father is also painful. He goes through his own pain by not being able to do anything to help with labor and delivery. He frets and paces and worries as his partner experiences the anguish of childbirth. This poem has a comedic tone of a father’s experience with childbirth.
- By Edgar A. Guest
Old women say that men don't know
The pain through which all mothers go,
And maybe that is true, and yet
I vow I never shall forget

Old women say that men don't know
The pain through which all mothers go,
And maybe that is true, and yet
I vow I never shall forget
The night he came. I suffered, too,
Those bleak and dreary long hours through;
I paced the floor and mopped my brow
And waited for his glad wee-ow!
I went upstairs and then came down,
Because I saw the doctor frown
And knew beyond the slightest doubt
He wished to goodness I'd clear out.

I walked into the yard for air
And back again to hear her there,
And met the nurse, as calm as though
My world was not in deepest woe,
And when I questioned, seeking speech
Of consolation that would reach
Into my soul and strengthen me
For dreary hours that were to be:
'Progressing nicely!' that was all
She said and tip-toed down the hall;
'Progressing nicely!' nothing more,
And left me there to pace the floor.

And once the nurse came out in haste
For something that had been misplaced,
And I that had been growing bold
Then felt my blood grow icy cold;
And fear's stern chill swept over me.
I stood and watched and tried to see
Just what it was she came to get.
I haven't learned that secret yet.
I half-believe that nurse in white
Was adding fuel to my fright
And taking an unholy glee,
From time to time, in torturing me.

Then silence! To her room I crept
And was informed the doctor slept!
The doctor slept! Oh, vicious thought,
While she at death's door bravely fought
And suffered untold anguish deep,
The doctor lulled himself to sleep.
I looked and saw him stretched out flat
And could have killed the man for that.
Then morning broke, and oh, the joy;
With dawn there came to us our boy,
And in a glorious little while
I went in there and saw her smile!

I must have looked a human wreck,
My collar wilted at the neck,
My hair awry, my features drawn
With all the suffering I had borne.
She looked at me and softly said,
'If I were you, I'd go to bed.'
Hers was the bitterer part, I know;
She traveled through the vale of woe,
But now when women folks recall
The pain and anguish of it all
I answer them in manner sad:
'It's no cinch to become a dad.'
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18. From Husband To Daddy

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.
- By Kacee Harrington
- Published: June 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Thankful For Husband Who Is A Caring Father

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.

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!
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19. Daddy, Can You Hear Me In Heaven?

I wrote this poem for my son who was 3 months old when my fiance (his father) was murdered.
- By Lupita Cruz
- Published: October 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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?

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, all right?

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too, baby boy! Goodnight!
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20. Dear Daddy

A girl writes a letter to her father asking for his love and support.
- By Kandice R. Graves
- Published: September 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Plea From Daughter For Love

I need you now.
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.

I need you now.
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.

Take my hand, dear Daddy
and lead me from this place.
Chase away my doubts and fears
and wipe away my tears.

Dear Daddy, I cannot stand alone.
I need your hand to hold.
The warmth of your gentle touch,
In my world that's grown so cold.

Please be a Daddy to me
And hold me day by day,
Because with your loving hand in mine,
I know we'll find a way.
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Father Poems

Poems about Dad

81 Poems about Fathers and Sons and Daughters

1. Silent, Strong Dad

The poem is sharing the praise of a father who does not sing his own praises. Therefore, others sing his.

2. Only A Dad

3. My Dad

I lost my dad August 28, 2002. He was my everything. He was 82 when he passed away. I miss him more every day. I'll be sitting at work and will be thinking about him. He was the most perfect dad ever.

4. Special Hero

Memories of her dad holding her in his arms are a continuous reminder of the love between them.

5. A Girl's Daddy

6. Last Chance

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

7. Family Circle

This poem is about the circle of life and the bittersweet realization of how time and life pass by so quickly.

8. Blue

A father writes of a special relationship with his daughter who was born blind and at age sixteen was given the gift of sight. A father daughter bond strengthened by the gift of sight, a beautiful story.

9. Tears In My Daddy's Eyes

10. Memories Of My Dad

The author talks about her dad, who is her hero in so many ways.

11. Daddy

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

12. Happy Father's Day

I am daddy's little girl (even though I'm 25) and always have been.

13. My Dad

14. Father

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

15. For My Dad

I wrote this for my father in honor of Father's Day.

16. Wondrous Magical Times

17. Becoming A Dad

18. From Husband To Daddy

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.

19. Daddy, Can You Hear Me In Heaven?

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

20. Dear Daddy

A girl writes a letter to her father asking for his love and support.