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.
Father's Day is not as respected and popularly observed as Mother's Day. There is a simple reason for this. Although almost everyone has difficult issues with their mothers, there is no doubt as to their mother's love. The same is not true for fathers. Because men have a more difficult time expressing their feelings to their children, many children go through life with the mistaken notion that their fathers don't love them. This is a tragedy because fathers generally love their children dearly and often work long hours so that they can raise their children in comfort.
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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.
My father passed away very suddenly over the weekend. We will be laying him to rest tomorrow. I wanted to find something that describes the man my father was, and this poem seems to be...
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If time exists in heaven,
Do you still rise with the sun?
Do you and Mom share breakfast
Before your day has begun?
Such a beautiful poem for Father's Day, Pat. Your poem was published on the day that my late father would have celebrated his 100th birthday in heaven. A wonderful tribute to your father, a...
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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 lost my dad on 09 October 2018, and unfortunately, he was just 43 and I was in class nine. It is really heart-breaking to live without someone who was present in all your heartbeats and...
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What makes a man a hero?
I've often thought this through.
It's someone who is macho?
It's someone who is true?
I know this man
Who is dear to my heart.
Suddenly one day
It was torn all apart.
When I lost my dad to suicide, I read this poem to my family. I then decided that I wanted to share this with our close family at his service. Any day when I really miss him and when it's...
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He wasn't a hero
Known by the world,
But a hero he was
To his little girl.
Makes me remember the time when I was a little girl waiting for my dad to come back home from work. I was always able to recognize the sound of his bus.
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Every morning I wake up and see
The most handsome man lying next to me.
He's the one I cherish and love,
A blessing sent from Heaven above.
Married thirty seven years, and it still feels like yesterday. Communication is the road to success. Best wishes to all. Belfast xxx
Three months have passed.
I'll never forget the day
Someone rang to tell me
That you'd gone away.
About two months ago I lost my father. I cannot say that it was unexpected, yet now I realize that there is nothing in life that can prepare us to bear this void. He remained in the intensive...
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.
When I scratched my knee,
Or if I bumped my head,
When I was afraid of the dark,
Or that thing under my bed,
Dear Dad, I want you to know I love you so much. What an amazing poem. I love everything you do for all of us. Love, Bella