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Poems for this special fathers weekend.

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Patricia

Patricia Report 15 Jun 2007 10:48

Marion, They are so lovely....sat here crying my eyes out.. Happy Fathers Day Dad. Miss you so much.....xxxx Pat

Moonraker

Moonraker Report 15 Jun 2007 10:42

What makes a Dad? God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagles in flight, The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need, Then God combined these qualities, And there was nothing more to add, He knew his masterpiece was complete, And He called it......................................... Dad. Anon

Joy

Joy Report 15 Jun 2007 10:36

You never said I'm leaving You never said goodbye You were gone before I knew it, And only God knew why A million times I needed you, A million times I cried If Love alone could have saved you, You never would have died In Life I loved you dearly In death I love you still In my heart you hold a place, That no one could ever fill It broke my heart to lose you, But you didn't go alone For part of me went with you, The day God took you home.

Joy

Joy Report 15 Jun 2007 10:30

DAD, I LOVE YOU Walk a little slower, Daddy, Said a little child so small. I'm following in your footsteps And I don't want to fall. Sometimes your steps are very fast, Sometimes they are hard to see; So, walk a little slower, Daddy, For you are leading me. Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true; So walk a little slower, Daddy, For I must follow you. Did I ever say thanks for all the toys you mended, games we played, outings to the park, and the way you always tried to cheer me when I was down? Did I ever say thanks for the sacrifices you made so I could be involved in so many enriching activities? Did I ever say thanks for working so hard to provide for our family? Did I ever say thanks for having such faith in me and always being there when I needed you? Most of all, Did I ever say thanks for caring? DAD, I LOVE YOU

☺Carol in Dulwich☺

☺Carol in Dulwich☺ Report 15 Jun 2007 10:17

Things my Father told Me. If you don't climb the mountain, You can't see the view. It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice. Ideas are funny things. They don't work unless you do. Leisure is a beautiful garment, but it will not do for constant wear. Never judge a man's actions until you know his motives. There is nothing more terrifying than ignorance in action. Some people never make a mistake, nor do they ever make anything else. Faith with works is a force. Faith without works is a farce. The only thing worse than a quitter is the man who is afraid to start. Our words may hide our thoughts, but our actions will reveal them. No farmer ever plowed a field by turning it over in his mind. The right angle to approach a difficult problem is the 'try-angle.' Age has nothing to do with learning new ways to be stupid. The awkward age is when you are too old for the Peace Corps and too young for Social Security. An alarm clock is a device for awakening people who don't have small children. Youth looks ahead, old age looks back, and middle age looks tired. Peace may cost as much as war, but it's a better buy. True love doesn't consist of holding hands...it consists of holding hearts. Love is the only game that two can play and you'll either have two winners or two losers. Men fight for freedom and then start making laws to get rid of it.

☺Carol in Dulwich☺

☺Carol in Dulwich☺ Report 15 Jun 2007 10:16

When God Created 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 play marbles 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’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage nappy pins, small buttons, elastic bands on pony tails or even remove splinters . 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.' Then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. 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?' God smiled and said, 'A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sledge, balance a boy 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 crushing 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 see everything, but remain calm and tolerant. Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, 'Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?' And the angel shutteth up!

Sally Moonchild

Sally Moonchild Report 15 Jun 2007 09:43

That is lovely Lynn....

Unknown

Unknown Report 15 Jun 2007 09:41

Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home But the little girl went to school, eager to tell then all About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called, a student from the class To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there 'Where's her daddy at?' she heard a boy call out 'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.' The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique 'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart.' With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life Doing what was best for her, doing what was right And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud 'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star, And if he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far, But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. 'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far. ...Cheryl Costello-Forshey

Unknown

Unknown Report 15 Jun 2007 09:37

in a min

Unknown

Unknown Report 15 Jun 2007 09:32

please add your special wishes or poems and thoughts for this special weekend I am putting this up now, because as the day arrives i wont be able to do it xxLynnxx