Birthday Father Daughter Poems | Examples
These Birthday Father Daughter poems are examples of Father Daughter poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Father Daughter Birthday poems written by international poets.
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
My Daddy is in heaven,
Yet he is here too
My Daddy was the fun one.
The one who could play
My Daddy is in heaven.
I have no time to miss him,
Keeping myself busy
In his honor
He was the kind of man who
Always had a new hobby,
A new passion, a new pastime.
He knew how to entertain himself.
I get this from both of my parents.
My mother is still here, entertaining herself
Daily, holding exercise classes for ninety-year olds,
Delivering packages, delivering Meals on Wheels
I am lucky.
My parents taught me the joy
Of giving to others, of living my bliss
Of developing new hobbies and talents, of living my joy.
Happy birthday Daddy!
A Nook and a Story Book
In my childhood on every birthday
I owned two books owing to family norm,
one tough academic book from my Dad
and other lucid story book from grand mom.
I was fascinated for gift from grandma
That was my only entry to the story book.
Strict Dad did not allow me to follow stories.
To smell fragrance of story I searched for a nook.
Nooks and corners were not safe enough.
Dictator Dad had always strong vigilance.
I had to hide story book under the text.
None was able to detect my tact at a glance.
04/26/16
Third Place
'What I would give for a Nook and a story Book' Contest by Eve Roper
'MAY 2019 PREMIERE 4' Contest by Brian Strand
After all,
he taught Bible study
at our local church.
Mother caught him
kissing her cousin, Marie,
in the kitchen.
He groped cousin Anna
under the water
as we swam in the pond.
Anna’s mother told mine.
My thirteenth birthday,
in his eyes, meant
that I was fair game.
I resisted, threaten to tell.
Again, Mother caught him
lying on the hall floor
before an open door
with head hung down
to watch sister and I
shower in the basement.
A lifetime of dread
for the next incident
when, or what, or who.
Always uncomfortable
in his presence.
Thirty-five years,
the ugly secret kept,
for Mother’s sake.
In my heart,
sweet relief felt,
on the day he died.