Dad Poems P3




Daddy I Love You

Daddy, I love you
For all that you do
I’ll kiss you and hug you
‘Cause you love me, too.

You feed me and need me
To teach you to play,
So smile ’cause I love you
On this Father’s Day.


Fathers Are Wonderful People

Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should.

For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills
While Mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills.

And Father struggles daily
To live up to “his image”
As protector and provider
And “hero of the scrimmage”.

And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion
That Fathers are not subject
To the thing we call emotion.

But if you look inside Dad’s heart
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be.

But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife.

But Fathers are just wonderful
In a million different ways
And they merit loving compliments
And accolades of praise.

For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness.

And like Our Heavenly Father
He’s a guardian and a guide
Someone that we can count on
To be always on our side.

By – Helen Steiner Rice


Only A Dad

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.

By – Edgar A. Guest


What Father Knows

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.

He knows the way to fix the trusts
He has a simple plan
But if the furnace needs repairs
We have to hire a man.

My Father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail
There’s nothing that he cannot do
He knows no word like “fail.”

“Our confidence” he would restore
Of that there is no doubt
But if there is a chair to mend
We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise
He settles on the spot
He waits not till the tumult dies
But grabs it while its hot.

In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say
Why, father’s just the man they need
He never goes astray.

All wars he’d very quickly end
As fast as I can write it
But when a neighbor starts a fuss
‘Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things
He’s built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.

He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction
We look to him for theories
But look to ma for action.

By ~ Edgar A. Guest



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