Best Sondad Poems


I Lost a Whole Weekend (Please Pardon My Rant)

I am your champion, I fight for your cause,
my love and devotion give some people pause.

When I saw you I knew you, just like with your dad.
I guess our deep happiness makes some people mad.

I work hard at my job, so that we can live,
and hear me now, son, when it's time to give,
I am the one who ups the amount,
I've done this more often than I can recount.

I also work so your dad will be covered,
for doctors and dentists and allergists and others,
and who do you think pushed him to go
to the skin doctor some two years ago?

From the moment I met you, you felt like my son,
but this is a battle that cannot be won.
When your dad and I married, I didn't steal him away,
he's just as devoted to you to this day.

I heard someone had told you that I was "controlling,"
(I can't even write this without my eyes rolling).
Who insisted your dad fly to LA to see you?
Who worked overtime to pay for this venue?

I encourage his freedom, I've not clipped his wings,
his happiness, above all, is the important-est thing.

I will not be silenced, nor be vilified,
and it just breaks my heart when you take HER side.

I am LOVING and GIVING and ALL THAT IS GOOD,
and I'm tired of being so misunderstood.

So, pardon my migraine, it wasn't intended,
my strength just gave out as your judgement descended.

I lost a whole weekend, I slept like the dead,
I was just too defeated to face down my dread.
I kinda' felt reality shatter, unsure what was real,
like in "Jacob's Ladder."

We're getting no younger, your father and I,
the older we get, the faster time flies.
I love you as if you were my own child,
I'll not carry this burden unreconciled.


©Danielle White

Superman

My dad told me when he was young
And fit as fit could be
As the best Saharan lumberjack
He cut down every tree

He rode a wild dinosaur
From York to Timbuctu
He took it back to London
And put it in the Zoo

Then later on in World War two
The German horde he beat
With just his trusty penknife
He forced them to retreat

He’s swam the Indian ocean
Ate crocodiles for tea
Paddled up Niagara falls
And still got home by three

I relate my fathers exploits
Friends give me such a ribbing
They say his tales are tall ones
And that my dad is fibbing

But I know my dads not lying
There is no way he can
I know my dads not fibbing
He’s a real life superman
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

For My Son

you melt my heart you melt my soul 
to raise you right is my life goal
to give you things i never had 
i do this for you cos im your dad 
before you were born i didnt care 
i hated life which then was fair 
when i was told you were comming i said "ok fine "
you are my centre you are my sunshine 
i know at time you will drive me mad 
but ill love you forever cos i am your dad 
ill give you wisdom from my years 
ill pick you up when your down, wipe away all your tears 
for you id live forever, to make you laugh when you are sad 
because this is my duty, because i am your dad 
so now that ive written this and so that you do know 
whenever the world seems heavy you know where to go 
wether problems with a bully, or your feeling blue 
ill stand by your side forever, cos im your dad and i love you.


Dad

you melt my heart you melt my soul 
to raise you right is my life goal
to give you things i never had 
i do this for you cos im your dad 
before you were born i didnt care 
i hated life which then was fair 
when i was told you were comming i said "ok fine "
you are my centre you are my sunshine 
i know at time you will drive me mad 
but ill love you forever cos i am your dad 
ill give you wisdom from my years 
ill pick you up when your down, wipe away all your tears 
for you id live forever, to make you laugh when you are sad 
because this is my duty, because i am your dad 
so now that ive written this and so that you do know 
whenever the world seems heavy you know where to go 
wether problems with a bully, or your feeling blue 
ill stand by your side forever, cos im your dad and i love you

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