A home of two dads and a mom
In a world of AI dot com,
‘Parenthood getting fluid
Seems for society’s good’,
Liberal courts decide
In an attempt to guide
In this world’s new societal norm.
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Happenings | 16.05.2026 | children, family, parents, Limerick
Note: A story this of a child in Germany with two men who are married, one a biological parent who fathered him with a woman, the couple’s friend. How parenthood is getting fluid. In raising a child, is it quality of care the child receives or quantity?
Come all ye old fellers
Gather ye around
We'll talk of our dads
And have another round.
What's to say ? We all had our shares
Of getting out of his shadows
Some escaped soon, others were late
And some are still stunted right out of the gate.
Pointing at him, is like pointing at us
We are more like them than we admit
As we look in the mirror and ask ourselves
Would we have done any different?
So let us all toast
To our imperfect dads
And remember the apple
And where it lands.
If it rains while I’m not there
Don’t forget to wear your coat
If you feel cold while it rains,
take some hot tea
If it rains and I don’t come to pick you up,
take a cab and come home
If it rains and the windows are open don’t
forget to close them
If it rains and the thunder strikes close your eyes and tell your heart not to fear
If it rains and you can not sleep, allow the rain to sing you a lullaby
If it rains and I’m not there stay strong and be there
For the morning must come no matter how dark the night was.
Sun rays slide across your face
Inviting silhouette artistic shades of love
Needling fingers plats a braid
Girl dad doing her hair not a fad
Little rituals she enjoys
Emerald ribbons matching joy
Doing all tasks of mom
And those of a daddy
Definitely a hero to your kids
Forever you're gonna be my papa
Even if I no rich and I be palmwine tapper.
The joy you gave me by reincarnating
Is priceless and worth celebrating;
I knew you replaced yourself before you left
And even though I gleaned, I wept.
Table have turned and I am now your father,
And I shall love and guide you to the top of the ladder;
Alabi, amongst men you shall be a king,
Like a robin who amongst birds can sing
And amongst fathers I shall be a proud dad
To a son who in the life before was my dad;
Happy Dads day to us amazing men,
So sings my artful bamboo Pen.
I am Ayinde the lyrical genius!
I heard my Dad singing and playing the piano a few rooms away.
Ripples of wonder poured over me and the Holy Spirit filled all the empty space in my life that day.
A new assurance, a powerful dominance vibrating and emanating
from my Dad's mouth.
A power of divinity, the sound of many waters that had all dominions of demons running south.
In his voice, I could tell Dad had a new groove.
He possessed an unshakable faith that no one could move.
He sang as though Angels were in command of his voice.
I hear people speak to Dad saying have a good day.
My Fathers reply would always be, I have no choice.
that was the second worst car accident he had
this week
too soon
Our brother up stairs we don’t like.
This Chip he does love is a pike!
He plays with him games
forsaking us dames.
Computer you go on a hike!
7/31/2021
They have love children who send them hate mail.
Such is the life of most deadbeat dads in jail.
To all the dads may they be blessed. For they got us dressed. They cleaned up what we had messed. Growing up we made them stressed. Thank God they are the best.
Date Written: 6/6/2021
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Things put into perspective,
As reminders come around,
Memories that touch us,
As we tread the hallowed ground.
Photo albums capture,
Things that then seemed nothing much,
But trigger happy thoughts in minds,
our lives, how they did touch.
Of course there’s always sadness,
Cos they can’t be with us now,
reflect upon the impact,
They had on our lives and how.
A metaphoric candle,
That today for him is lit,
And his life’s contribution,
Proved he did more than his bit.
So as you raise a glass tonight,
Remember all you had,
Thoughts conveyed of a special man,
Here’s to a precious dad.
Twas the night before Halloween
All costumes were chosen hang by their beds
Thoughts of pumpkins and candy treats
Knocking on doors waiting for something sweet
Yet the ghost and goblins were getting ready to
The witches and devils were creating a brew
No child this night will be safe from fright
For even the dead will arise this scary night
Black cats and witches sailing across the moon
Tombs will be opened with old bones rattling
Headless horseman ridding down streets
Stealing these children's candy treats
All fears becoming real as the go door to door
Once back home a calm will set counting their booty
Then real fear sets in when mom and dad
Steal the good ones that night,
After they have fallen asleep
An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."
Blessed was I to be a thread of love sown by you.
Growing up, I was pleased you thought me your twin flair.
Losing you was the worst heart dark I ever knew.
For years, my grief over you seemed too much to bear.
After you died all of nature's colors seemed blue.
The morn you turned breathless my silence screamed aimless.
I prayed a fathomless numbness would mercy brew.
Seeing you die, I ground curled and cried out shameless.
Twenty years have grown beautiful Dad love to view.
I know your image will stay whole in love clear air.
Now, when birds sing on green days made sunshiny new,
I embrace past shared life without feels of despair.
He will never save the world from alien invasion
Win a medal for outstanding bravery
Play a sport for his nation
Save a child from a burning building.
But what he really wants to be his child’s super hero.
Fly a spitfire in a battle
Climb the highest mountain
Sail the high seas as a pirate
Pull a body from a burning building.
He craves to be his child’s super hero.
Ride a race horse in the grand national
Swim the English channel
Or run the London marathon
Defend your honour in bare knuckle boxing.
If that would make him, is child’s super hero
But he is just a dad who works in a factory
No claim to fame or acts of bravery
No bulging wallet, adoring crowds
No friends who are super stars.
But he will do his best to be his childs super hero
as he is his dad
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