Father To Daughter Poems | Examples
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You do not understand her mother often said
Her father understood her but he was not home much
Her mother called her names; not nice ones.
She shrunk a little every time her mother spoke.
Expecting to be put down, cringing when she saw her mother.
She stayed in her room
Decorated in snowflakes,
There was a reverence about it
It was a sanctuary where she felt safe
She stayed here more and more often
Learning that her own company was the best
Her mother spouted religion at her in an angry way
Tried to drag her to church, where she was a bigshot.
The girl ignored her mother’s efforts,
Waited for her father to return home
But he never did
Tender and compassionate;
He holds me close to His spiritural chest;
My Father;
God
Alpha-Omega;
For the Lord is like a Father;
a Father to me;
The Lord our God is like a Father to me;
I am His child
I am tender and compassionate;
In love, in my sins I do fear
The Lord is like a Father;
To His children (I am His child);
To His children tender and compassionate
To those who fear Him;
Hallehuia holy, holy, glory
Amen
8/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
from anthology "Psalm Praise"
From father to father, here's some friendly advice
Offer love and support, be wise and concise
Responses are remembered and magnified in young eyes
Think before you speak is most highly advised
Yesterday is gone, and be willing to compromise
by Daniel Turner
“She’s pregnant. Oh my God!”
“I’m going to be a father!” He beams.
“What will we call him honey?” He says.
“What have I got myself into…her chest heaves.
Day after day as she grows, he works, this father to be.
“Honey, careful now!” He lends a hand as she sits down.
“Careful,” she sighs. “Shoulda thought of that…”
and her labor begins with a scream.
Hour after hour in pain …”My wife.”
Hour after hour he paces his life.
A squall from the far room and in rushes he.
“I’m a father!” He preens. “Honey? What will his name be?”
Up honey looks, no smile…so abashed
“Honey,” she says. “We have a fine lass…..”
Crestfallen he stammers. Eyes caste to the wall.
“It’s alright.” He says “We can have more………..”