Birthday Father Daughter Poems | Examples
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Every day I wake up,
And every day I remember
The way you left me with no warning
Fleeing like a dog off its leash
It was my 13th birthday
I suppose that’s when fear settled in,
abandonment followed
Filling every pore of my body
Though this wasn’t the first time,
Definitely wouldn’t be the last
I only wish I knew,
What made you leave?
Was it me?
Was it because you thought I was better off without you?
Because I wasn’t
I wanted my father to love me, to see me, to hold me
But all I got was your absence
So, I let my imagination fill your role, because what else was I supposed to do?
It worked for a while, until I grew tired
I guess you did too
Now, I know why you didn’t look back
Or try to say goodbye
Gone in a flash
perspective
of my pa
different
than my own
eye to eye
we deviate
still
he educates
i don’t learn
anything
except
to listen
to love
to hear
his heartbeat
to joy
always
there’s olives
in his glass
i can hear
the daily
missives
of his martini
speaking
in gentle
low tones
even
his feistiness
is controlled
grief
brought us
together
his goblet
of tears
his plea
“Tell me
she’s somewhere…”
two butterflies
their wing-sets
flapping
as he retrieved
his mail
broken glass
like a
broken heart
on his birthday
their birthdays
a solid shelf
fell
shattering
James Kent
teacups
signs all here
perspective
of my pa
different
than my own
eye to eye
we deviate
3/28/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand
My mother never knew the real me.
She never took the time to talk to me.
She didn't ask about my wishes,
Hopes, dreams or desires of the future.
Both of my parents worked so,
I cooked, cleaned took care of my,
Siblings like the slave that I was.
I had a secret when I was 10 years old,
And I told no one.
I came home all happy.
My mother yelled at me,
I said but you said I could go,
To the birthday party,
She just turned around and left.
My father came up and knew,
I love you no matter who you love,
As he kissed me on the forehead.
He said come with me,
I wanna teach you about cars.
I smiled and I was so happy.
My mother came out yelling,
About me being out there,
And my father said she's fine.
Why does she hate me?
She doesn't, she's jealous,
Because your everything,
She will never be.
That was the first real thing,
That my father taught me.
Heard my mother say she's,
Always been daddy's little girl.
My daddy laughed and said,
Don't you forget it!!
My daddy said you have to realize,
She will never be like you.
She is her own person,
You have to accept that.
She never did.
Your the one family i can't live without
The part of my soul i would be sad if it left me
Your my best friend since i was a kid
The one who made me smile
The one who made me laugh when i was sad
The one who said everything will be alright
The one who helped me become who i am today
Your the one who taught me to be proud of my family
Not to let people get the better of me
To stand up for what i believe
The one who came in to say goodnight to me at 11pm
After you got done in the field
The one who got me everything i have
The one person who i look up to
The one who i try my best to impress
Just so you'll be happy
The person who has never left me
The person who put up with me even when i was hard to deal with
The person who lets me talk to them about anything
Who gives the best advice
Makes my day better
When you mess up you always try to make your mess a little better
You never leave anything broken
Your the person who never leaves me when i need someone
The person who has a personality like mine
The person who never gave up on me
I love you dad
In your earliest days, I had seen you
Look across the room from a rocking chair.
Over the carpet, you would crawl to where
Very small toys were gathered in your view.
Every year, you always steadily grew;
You learned to play nicely and how to share.
Over time, you made new friends in daycare,
Understanding what to and not to do.
Many party invitations were sent
On the first day of every December;
Neatly wrapping presents on your birthday.
Keeping a close eye on where the time went
Each moment that I fondly remember
Your smiling face on graduation day.
© 2021
Suddenly she is all grown up
Time to declare I am over the hill
as I hurtle down, filled with
gratitude; a spring in my step
I am a suitor again;a paternity suitor
filled with thanksgiving and joy
The providence of God delights me
on the birthday of my daughter,Tanya
She turned ten;wasn't there
In love and war,all is fair
Father and daughter apart
Now off to a new start
She turned twenty, not present, if I say
Only an Indian ocean away
Time lost; absence felt
My heart,my life had to melt
She turned thirty in the land of the free
Once again, without me
Can anything destroy my love for her ?
She turns thirty one today;Happy Birthday my daughter
Precocious little Anne Marie;
On the morning she turned three;
While sitting boldly upon my knee;
Smiled brightly and asked of me;
“What does twinkle mean?”
“Aah” Said I. “Umm” Said I.
“What does twinkle mean you say?”
“Yes!” “You know like twinkle, twinkle little star.”
“Grandpa says I have a twinkle in my eye;
But I don’t know what, and I don’t know why.”
Now Anne Marie had just turned three;
And I’m sure you’ll all understand me;
When twinkle to define, I did try;
It ended in an endless series of: “But why?”
So, I sent her off to birthday play;
She and her friends had a raucous day.
Later that evening after we’d all been fed;
And just before it was time for bed;
Anne Marie, her mom, and I
Went out to view the night sky.
We found Sirius, bold and bright;
The North Star still shining its light;
We found dippers big and small;
Ann Marie sat transfixed by it all.
This was how we ended her day;
Sitting and gazing at the milky way;
Precocious little Anne Marie;
On the evening she turned three;
While sitting boldly upon my knee;
Yawned sweetly and said, “Now I see.”
Then cuddled up against my cheek,
And promptly fell fast asleep.
My dad, who died at 55,
Is etched inside my heart,
Despite the fact it's almost
Forty years we've been apart.
Today's his birthday; had he lived,
There'd be a Carvel cake.
(One year I baked a cake from scratch,
But that was a mistake.)
I conjure up his face and there,
As clear as it can be,
A vision of him laughing
Is what floats in front of me.
That's quite a lovely legacy
For one to leave behind -
A smile and laughter tattooed
In a loved one's heart and mind.
"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!
By a wind-rippled lake where shoreline willows sway
We gathered to celebrate our Dad’s last birthday
Warm autumn shades in Jersey’s leaves cast us carefree
Then a snapshot was taken, unbeknownst to me
When packing away Dad’s things for charity
There was this framed photo with familiarity
My sweater, the background and a moment of bliss
Spent rejoicing a life we now so dearly miss
Successes, even failures, have never felt the same
The confidence I had then, I’ll never reclaim
So I chose this little photo Dad saved of me
To represent the person I no longer seem to be
Taken on a day when my admiration was strong
Just seconds before we sang his final birthday song
A relic from a time when joy came with such ease
Miracles came true; life seemed it would never cease
This avatar that defines the way Dad pictured me
I submit for approval of those who wish to see
Memories of the purest love I’ve ever known
Accompany that smile and long hair windblown
*January 20, 2019
For Mark Massey’s Avatar Contest
Dad, I pray for you now, in your time of passing
My memories, heartfelt and everlasting
Every night, you tucked us into bed with loving care
Now, you're just laying there, while we stroke your hair
Could you feel us all around?
Or could you even hear a sound?
The age of sixty-five was your life expectancy
Your spirit, your will, they could not see
I will remember your younger days
Your dark humor and wild Italian ways
I'll never forget your platform shoes
Hard to walk in with too much booze
Without them, you were shorter than your wife
Without them, in the car, could be your life
I will never forget the Moose Hall
Drinking, eating, and having a ball
"Twist And Shout" by Chuck Berry was our favorite song
Every time it was played, we always danced along
They can never take my memories away
It matters no more what they say
Every daughter who turns forty
Should get one of these
A poem from her father
Saying what he sees
A home you're building
That's warm, safe and kind
What we'd all expect
And hope to find
So proud are we of your character,
Intellect and what you are
Your heart and skills as dancer,
Wife, mother: you've taken far
Turning forty's a right of passage
Consequences, decisions made of clarity
Now you're the one whose word
Carries the weight and gravity
Someday you'll decide what's best
For your mother and me
Same as we did for you
When you were three
It's the way it is as
We reach to the night
Children mature and
Decide what's right
Your offspring will
Get your unswerving love
Your family being safe
With help from above
You'll know better
How to care for us
When we're like children
And tend to fuss
Your fortieth year
Marks a milestone
With us you'll
March forward not alone
That dawn she wakes up before her mother;
Putting the alarm to snooze, cuddles with her comfort doll
Delighted that it's her b'day the day after;
"Today dad will wish me because it's his holiday," she whispers.
Her calculations are flawless
With the Sun and the Moon as her guides;
The moment finally arrives and the phone rings;
"Happy b'day dear," her father wished.
She shrouds her quivering voice with giggles
She wished to ask why he worked so hard
Visited only twice a year, stayed so afar;
Or why he ate only toast and butter;
Why he wasn't with her for breakfast and supper.
"Festivals come, festivals go; why isn't he with us?
Isn't he missing my childhood?
Is working for me the meaning of Fatherhood?"
The words like pearls are at the corners of her whimpering lips,
But his disarming smile makes her pause,
"... I love you, father." She knew he was helpless.