Dad, What's It Like In Heaven?
If time exists in heaven,
Do you still rise with the sun?
Do you and Mom share breakfast
Before your day has begun?
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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If time exists in heaven,
Do you still rise with the sun?
Do you and Mom share breakfast
Before your day has begun?
I enjoyed your poem. Such lovely words. I have often asked the very same question, "What is heaven like?" Thank you for such a beautiful Father's Day poem. - God Bless-
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You're the one with open arms
When the darkness closes in.
When the shadows come and the nightmares make it hard to sleep,
You're always there to chase them all away.
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Grand oak
A majestic figure
Always standing straight
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I can't call you my Father,
And you're certainly not my Pop.
I wouldn't call you PaPa
Because to me you're certainly not.
Thanks be unto God the Father
for His great work in creating man.
God decided to reproduce Himself,
So He formed man with His hand.
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
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Fathers are fun - and serious too!
And you learn more from them than you do at school.
Think of all the good times you've had.
How would it be without your dad?
While I sleep, someone's hand is always on my head,
While I wake, someone's blessings are always with me,
While I go out, someone's heart always holds me.
He is my father.
The best poem. Truly describes my dad. He is the best, to say the least.
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For my father, my friend,
This to me you have always been.
Through the good times and the bad,
Your understanding I have had.
I love this poem. My papa is the masterpiece of God as my father. I have seen him in pain when I was suffering, and he had suffered much more than me to get me out. In those horrible days,...
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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.
This poem reminds me of my father who passed away twenty years ago in 1999. His sensitive words and deeds still echo in my mind.