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Father's Day Poems -- 2

My Hero
My Dad When I Was.....
Just Like His Dad
It's A Dad Kind Of Thing...
Fathers...
My Hero (2nd)

MY HERO

Be they wise men or foolish, tycoons, dukes, or earls,
Paupers or preachers or thieves,
Most fathers are worshipped by their little girls
And, in childhood, each daughter believes

That the man she looks up to can do nothing wrong --
She relies on what children should know:
That Daddies are patient and kind, brave and strong . . .
But, alas, that is not always so.

For too often a little girl's dreams turn to dust
And her innocent faith starts to crumble
When a man proves unworthy of absolute trust
And she sees her dad falter and stumble.

With scorned fallen heroes the pathway is lined,
They suffer a lonely rejection . . .
But in this simple statement I hope you will find
My assurance that you're the exception.

If you lay down and quit you would not be denied
A reprieve for a much-deserved rest.
I would bring you a pillow and sit by your side,
Even then I would not love you less.

But I know you'll go on and continue the race
Until time has completed its course,
Still bearing the standard of courage and grace,
Firmly mounted upon your white horse.

You're a pillar of strength for your children and wife.
God forbid we should take you for granted,
For I've known I was loved every day of my life --
In my heart lies the truth that you planted.

Your unselfish love springs from a bottomless well
Toward the family you've nurtured and fed
And, if we couldn't speak, countless others could tell
How they've warmed in the light that you shed.

When counting the blessings I'm thankful are mine,
As so often I'm privileged to do,
In the group photograph among faces that shine
In the foreground's the image of you.

For your health and contentment I offer a prayer
With my love and a hope that is fervent,
Until God calls you home and He welcomes you there
With a loving, "Well done, faithful servant."

by Mary Sullivan

My Dad When I Was...

4 years old:
My daddy can do anything!

5 years old:
My daddy knows a lot!

6 years old:
My dad is smarter than your dad!

8 years old:
My dad doesn't know exactly everything.

10 years old:
In the olden days when my dad grew up,
things were sure different!

12 years old:
Oh, well, naturally,
Dad doesn't know anything about that.
He is too old to remember his childhood.

14 years old:
Don't pay any attention to my dad.
He is so old-fashioned!

21 years old:
Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date!

25 years old:
Dad knows a little bit about it,
but then he should because he has been around so long.

30 years old:
Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks.
After all, he's had a lot of experience.

35 years old:
I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.

40 years old:
I wonder how Dad would have handled it.
He was so wise and had a world of experience.

50 years old:
I'd give anything if Dad were here now
so I could talk this over with him.
Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was.
I could have learned a lot from him.
I sure do miss him.

from Ann Landers

Just Like His Dad

He wants to be like his Dad! you men,
Did you ever think, as you pause,
That the boy who watches your every move
Is building a set of laws?

He's molding a life you're the model for,
And whether it's good or bad,
Depends on the kind of example set
To the boy who'd be like his dad.

Would you have him go everywhere you go?
Have him do just the things you do?
And see everything that your eyes behold,
And woo all the gods you woo?

When you see the worship that shines in the eyes
Of your lovable little lad,
Could you rest content if he gets his wish
And grows to be like his dad?

Author unknown

It's a Dad kind of thing...

...to protect you and see
that the world treats you right,
To offer his willing assistance
any hour of the day or the night,

It's a dad kind of thing to stand by you
if one of your bubbles should burst,
To make sure you know you're important
and know that with him you come first,

To give you his all but still wonder
if there's something more he could do...
It's a dad kind of thing to keep showing
that he'll always be there for you.

Even though I'm on my own,
there's still a place in my heart
where I'll always be your little girl.
I Love You Daddy....

(author unknown)

FATHERS...

When the good Lord was creating Fathers
he started with a tall frame,
and a female angel nearby said,
"What kind of Father is that?

If you're going to make children so close to the ground,
why have you put Fathers up so high?

He won't be able to shoot a marble without kneeling,
tuck a child in bed without bending,
or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping."

And God smiled and said,
"Yes, but if I make him child-size,
who would children have to look up to?

And when God made a Father's hands,
they were large and sinewy.

And the angel shook her head sadly and said,
"Do you know what you are doing?
Large hands are clumsy.

They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons,
rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters
caused by baseball bats."

And God smiled and said,
"I know, but they're large enough to hold everything
a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day..
yet small enough to cup a child's face in his hands."

And then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders.

And the angel nearly had a heart attack.
"Boy this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked.
"Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap?
How is he going to pull a child close to him
without the kid falling between his legs?"

And God smiled and said,
"A Mother needs a lap.
A Father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled,
balance a child on a bicycle,
or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."

God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet
anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer.

"That's not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats
are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries?
Or walk through a small birthday party
without crunching at least three of the guests?"

And God smiled and said,
"They'll work. You'll see.

They'll support a small child who wants to
ride a horse to Banbury Cross,
or scare off mice at the summer cabin,
or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."

God worked throughout the night,
giving the Father few words,
but a firm, authoritative voice;
eyes that saw everything,
but remained calm and tolerant.

Finally, almost as an after-thought, he added ~ tears.
Then he turned to the angel and said,
"Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a Mother?"

The angel shuteth up..

Author Unknown

My Hero

As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes,
A Godly love, given without compromise....
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
And prodded me on with great vigor and pride.

His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power and might of his hands was so sure,
I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure.

It's true, a few others provided insight,
Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,
Although he's not royal by stature or birth.

He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength.
His merits are noble, and of admirable length.
He's far greater than all other men that I know,
He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero.

-Poem by Debbie Hinton Young

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