Father In Law Poems - Poems about Father In Law

Unescorted NYC HMT NY 660 Louis Pasteur started out from New York Harbor Nov. 30, 1944. Landed in Liverpool, England Dec. 8th, 1944. Arrived Brddulph, Staffordshire, England Dec. 9th, 1944. From Weymouth, England to LeHavre, France just north of Normandy February 12, 1945. Truck convoy to Camp “Twenty Grand”, France. Proceeded to Cambrai, France and...

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My father-in-law A professor he Says a poet I can never be Although in print I may be I do not have A college degree {This should have been in my first book, Shadows of footsteps, I don’t know how I left it out.}...

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For sixty-nine long lovely years the Captain manned the helm; he caused the boat to keep afloat while guiding through his realm. Through cloudy days and stormy seas the Captain stood steadfast; with great aplomb he found the calm and gentle seas at last. With first mate and the crew aboard the Captain in control, the vessel sailed through life unveiled, and dignified it’s very soul. But...

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My dear father in law From the time we first met, I knew we would get along It's not been a life time but our bond was very strong You had a way about you, with good friendships along the way I never heard you raise your voice, a gentle man with strength The times we spent together were...

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He had no garments old or new that didn’t have a hole burnt through from sparks when he lit up his pipe and nearly set himself alight. Smoke rituals in his old car began when we set off not far to visit Truro’s small town charms on Wednesdays when from all the farms the ruddy faces and flat caps descended on the town...

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He was a man of few words, except for what had to be heard or said, Loving, caring and gentle this simplest of souls, proud in respect, And reverence always bowing his head to a higher powers resolution, This man I’ve called father, friend and mentor! In our sacred country’s name, did this honorable soldier fight four God, Valor, and...

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Love drips from his voice As he rang me out of bed ''Hope you guys are fine'' These words stream my soul To seconds of sweet silence I replied, so fine. Another dawn he'll call Spilling the same syllables In the same verse form. For Dr.Ram Mehta's contest: 'In-Laws'...

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(This is a fictional poem) My father-in-law is so old that his first friend was Barney Rubble. When he comes to my house, he causes nothing but trouble. I can hear him coming when I hear his old bones creak. He pees all over himself every time he tries to take a leak. He tries to get my wife to...

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