Silent, Strong Dad
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He never looks for praises.
He's never one to boast.
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most.
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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He never looks for praises.
He's never one to boast.
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most.
I was born blind. I, like my father, had congenital (at birth) bilateral (both sides) cataracts. My vision was far worse than dad's though. My dad was always there (along with my mom) to...
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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.
I know how you feel. My dad is still alive, but my mom screwed me so many times I didn't know how to deal with it. She would come into my life for at least a month, and then I wouldn't hear...
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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.
I just got so emotional after reading this poem. I love my dad a lot. I want to fulfill his dreams. He always makes me happy, and he always does hard work for us. He never shows his weakness...
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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!"
Wow! Words cannot describe the quality of this poem. It is touching and another thing is that it co-relates with life's reality. Thanks a lot and thumbs up for the great job!
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He wasn't a hero
Known by the world,
But a hero he was
To his little girl.
Awesome appreciation and wonderful thanksgiving to a father. No love and care can be compared with that of a father. My dad, too, is my friend and guide who always remains beside me and helps...
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,
Hello everyone. It’s a Monday morning, and I’ve just begun working, but somewhere in my mind throughout the day I keep remembering my dad and his deeds. No matter how tired I become, I still...
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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.
When I was a baby,
you would hold me in your arms.
I felt the love and tenderness,
keeping me safe from harm.
I don't know how it feels, but I sure understand what this poem is all about. How I wish my dad was caring. To me, he only carries the title and doesn't act the meaning.
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.
My dad joined the Navy, but he is with me still today. I am sorry for your loss.
The child held to her
daddy's hand.
She stood upon his feet,
and as they danced to the music,
I loved the poem but I really can't relate to it because it was hard for my dad when he was growing up because he never had anyone like the little girl does in the poem. He never had a father...