Best Familydad Poems
Dedicated to Jim and Jeffery
I sit here and listen to him breath
as he sleeps
This little guy has touched
my heart so deep
He was created by another
Who left long ago
But God allowed me here
And his DAD I am known
He follows me and watches me
In all that I do
I didn’t know how great
Life would be with you
So much to live up to
In these beautiful eyes
For he watches what I do
And my actions he tries
He’s growing so fast
This little guy of mine
I would do all I could
For our love so entwined
I sit there and watch him
As he plays with his cars
And I thank God above
As I look to the stars
For why did I deserve,
this precious boys love?
I realize what a gift
Has been given from above….
I promise you God
I will take care of him
I will be there to help him
When Life's troubles win
Help me to walk as
the man I should be
For I want him to grow
and gain wisdom from me
Help me to fill the shoes
I’ve stepped in
Oh Lord, let him see
I’m the Dad he believes in!
Back then, it was our only means of transportation
You see, It was Mom, Dad and me
On an old ranch in New Mexico, where raid drops never fell
Most of the time it got us to our destination
It's old paint job was a faded blue, it would seat three
That little old Jeep had been through some Hell
Had a canvas top, went half way to the back
A long crack in the wind shield , that I made with my head
Flat head four cylinder engine, with guts of a mule
And cow feed, it hauled a many a sack
I don't know, Dad always wanted to paint it red
Year later, I used to drive it to school
The spare tire, most of the time it did not have one
The other tires, varied on the amount of rubber they had
Three speed transmission, four wheel drive, go most anywhere
Easy to work on, anyone could make it run
It was like a horse for my Dad
Sometimes the little old thing just ran on a prayer
It was a vehicle that had many uses
Could be a horse and turned into a family car
It cost $500 and ours to keep
Never let us down or made any excuses
It was out shining star
That little old 1951 Willys Jeep
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Mom’s Tree House Apartment
Step inside, warm feelings greet you…
On the entryway wall, President Kennedy signed a condolence letter
from 1962, addressed to my Grandma, thanking her for Grandpa’s service in WW1.
Below, perched on an old credenza, the Milk Glass Chicken still delights her
grandchildren with a treat hidden in the Baby Chick alongside!
Glancing to the right, Dad’s Rosary collection (much used) hangs majestically,
a reminder of long-gone family members from cloistered communities, Mom
and Dad revered.
In the living room, above the expansive soft couch that always finds a family member
dozing peacefully after a long-journey home, a massive burl wood frame cradles
A fox -hunting lodge scene, with participants positioned around a blazing hearth,
regaling the hunt, while enjoying a pint.
Consuming Dad’s last days, I joined him for countless hours deciphering every person
In the painting, assigning rank and position to each, with intense minor details,
Joyously discovered, as if for the first time! A memory Dad possessed from his youth,
fox-hunting with his Dad.
In her bedroom, along the wall, Dad’s English Saddle, gallantly laden with his favorite
things, settles the atmosphere.
I pick up his favorite red hoody, and still inhale his courage.
I was crying with my mother who was sitting with unpaid bills at the desk,
I said "momma (between tears) why did Dad not just get rid of the grotesque?
She replied " I do not know why your dad kept that woman in his life"
I guess he did not care for your future and now the burden is on his x wife
I said "Mom, we can not afford college or university or any good school"
"How could have done such a crazy thing that was so damn cruel?"
She said " I do not know why your dad would not hear the message of God"
"He seemed to prefer conversation, comments, twitter and company of that fraud"
I said "Mom, did he not know this was going to happen and for it to be this way?"
Mom said " Oh yes your dad knew for God sent a prophet to try to keep this at bay"
I said " Mom why did he not listen I want a better life and a better job please?"
She replied " I am sorry your dad did not see you as the most important duties"
My dad promised me a better life then all of this?
I stand at a cash register yet long for a job of bliss?
Why did he continue on with auntie and cause me such pain?
Now my back and feet hurt from this job with barely any gain?
My brother stocks shelves at the local market down the road,
Carrying 50 pounds or more every time he carries a load,
My mother can barely make ends meet with the three of us still at home,
But my dad carried on responding to the auntie and her poem?
He knew God had sent great messages and prophecy.
To give us a better life then what I have in front of me,
My feet are blistered and I stand all day long in this store,
I wanted so much from life, to travel and to see so much more.
**dedicated to those not hearing the messages of God,
it will carry on to see what you are reading if it does not change.
consider that prophecy like the JOB
The frightful storm is o'er, now all is so serene.
Mellow moonbeams now enhance this wondrous wintry scene!
Across the celestial dome, stars twinkle so very bright,
Adding more luster to this magnificent moonlit night!
The gaily festooned sleigh glides silently o'er the snow,
Laden with festive revelers, faces all aglow!
Svelte steeds trot steadily o'er snowy hill and dell.
Melodic tunes chime merrily from each tiny harness bell!
The family snuggles under heavy robes clad in bright apparel.
Dad sings a little off-key as Mom leads in joyous carol!
Mom keeps hot cider flowing to fill each empty mug.
Recalling days of yore, Dad slyly steals a tender kiss and hug!
The kids urge Dad to make the horses go a little faster.
"No", says he, "with drifts ahead we'd surely court disaster!"
So they settle back continuing their excited, breathless chatter,
Lulled by the swaying sleigh and the hooves rhythmic clatter!
Alas, the happy excursion must come to a reluctant end.
Glowing candles light the windows of home just around the bend.
Beckoning gleeful sojourners to gather by the glowing fireside,
To recount the exhilaration of a memorable moonlight ride!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The Sweetest Dad Ever!
When I was just a lass,
my teacher pulled me out of English class
to get a dozen of the pinkest roses in a vase made of brass.
They must have cost him an awful lot of cash,
but my Dad said Happy Valentine’s Day To My Favorite Blonde Lass!
DAD YOU LEFT MY WORLD SHATTERED.
I WAS YOUR DAUGHTER .
YET YOU NEVER CARED.
YOU HURT ME .
YOU HURT MOM.
YOU HURT MY BROTHER.
YOU HURT MY SISTER.
THEN YOU LEFT.
WE WAS GLAD.
THE TOURTURE WAS FINALLY OVER SO WE THOUGHT.
FOR YEARS YOU TRIED TO HURT US MORE.
WE WAS GLAD WHEN YOU FINALLY STOPED.
YOU HAVE A NEW FAMILY NOW.
WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD CHANGE .
BUT YOU TREAT THEM THE SAME.
I ONLY WISH I COULD ASK YOU WHY?
BUT I AM GLAD AT THE SAME TIME THAT WE NEVER SAW YOU AGAIN AFTER I TURNED 10.
I FEEL SORRY FOR YOUR NEW FAMILY AND I ONLY HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOUR NEW WIFE
WILL FIND THE STRENGTH TO GET AWAY FROM YOU TOO.
YOU ARE ONLY GOOD AT ONE THING DAD.
THAT IS DESTORYING EVERYONE AROUND YOU.
YOU ARE BETTER OFF ALONE SO YOU CAN NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN.
THIS IS MY WAY OF TELLING YOU GOODBYE .
MY LIFE , MY PRESENT, AND MY FUTURE WILL NO LONGER BE HAUNTED BY THE MEMORIES
OF YOU.
I GREW UP DAD AND DESPIZE YOU EVEN NOW.
NOTHING YOU CAN SAY OR DO WILL EVER CHANGE HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU.
MY STEP DAD IS THE BEST DAD I HAVE EVER HAD.
HE PUT UP WITH EVERYTHING WE DID TO HIM CAUSE WE DIDN'T WANT MOM HURT BY
ANOTHER MAN.
HE SHOWED US HE WAS NOTHING LIKE YOU.
HE SHOWED US HE WAS AND IS BETTER.
YOUR SICK A DOCTOR WOULD SAY .
I SAY YOUR JUST AN UNCARING , STUPID , INCONSIDERATE , UNABLE TO LOVE , AND
YOUR NEVER GOING TO CHANGE.
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