My dad is skinny,
or he used to be.
Now he has
a pot belly.
My dad is fast,
or he used to be.
Now he trails
just behind me.
My dad is tall,
or he used to be.
Now he is only
as tall as me.
My dad is handsome,
or he used to be.
Now his face
is all wrinkly.
Despite all of this,
my dad, to me,
is the best dad
a dad could be.
Written by Ryley Booth 14 years old
I went and saw my Dad today
I felt I had a lot to say
I love to stop and visit there
Such love and kindness in the air
We talked about the children and
I mentioned how they've grown
I spoke about my Mother and
how she hates to be alone
I cried and said "Oh Dad I'm scared"
For I'm alone now to
Oh little one don't be afraid
I'll always be with you
I felt his warmth come over me
at last my heart was still
He took away all sense of doubt
and took away the chill
As in his life he settled me
He always had that knack
If I could have one wish today
I'd bring my Father back...
Happy birthday dad
I know that with our Lord in heaven your ok
and sorry that I carnt call or see you today
although that you have gone
our Love and your memory always lives on
happy birthday dad
you are sadly missed but never forgotten.
with all my love your little dido and your grandchildren
dont worry dad we safe now we carnt be hurt no more
God bless xxxxxx R.I.P.
DAD…
my only regret
Today is a day that I am full of regret
As I fight an old cliché,
The many things I should have said,
I went without saying but I love
You dad
As a young girl you have influenced
my life, And loved me if I was
moody or happy to be your
son’s wife
Miles have separated me and my
birth father So, Like it or not………
yea, I’m a Fallo girl
Leading by example as I quietly took notes,
the quality in the man is what I will cherish
the most
Well, with my eyes wide open dad
I hope you can see I’m not waiting
so long to tell mom how much
she means
It is with all of my love that I am sad
to see you go, I will miss you forever
and for me please kiss
aunt Lowi’s nose.
The sound that most sticks in my head..
Is listening to the piano from my dad..
Not known to play that well..
His work was a piano to sell..
As a kid I remember always hearing a song..
For every customer another piano went along..
Fur Elise was the first song I heard..
As I sat on his lap hoping to learn..
Now that dad is in another place..
I too sit at my piano and picture his face..
Not much better have I learned to play..
But with this memory, wouldn't have it anyother way..
inspired by Dad & and the fav. sound contest
Meeting Dad Again
Thirty years later, Dad came back
and we met for Ham and Yams at Toffenetti’s.
Pouring his tea, he told me he had
to restore power once
at a newspaper warehouse
and the storm broke again
and lightning cracked his ladder.
He spent the whole day, he said,
sitting in that dark warehouse,
waiting for the lightning to stop
and for the truck to bring a new ladder.
He had a great time, he said,
next to a flickering lantern,
reading for hours the Sunday comics
printed and stacked
six months in advance.
Donal Mahoney
Mom, sisters,brothers is all we had.
We all grew up without our dad.
He left us all when I was just three.
There was no dad for us to see.
Life was hard but we learned to share.
Because our dad was never there.
Our life was filled with heartache and pain.
But I will say one thing he left us his name.
Everyone say's it's time to forgive and let it go.
What a life with a dad would be like I'll never know.
Somethings were good somethings were bad.
It might have been great if we've had our dad.
Teresa Skyles
I never got to meet my Dad, alone with my questions feeling bad.
There are some things a mother can't do, there is just no way to make one parent two.
I remember being ashamed at times, friends fishing with there dads but I'm not with mine.
Why was this life given to me, without my Dad what kind of man would I be.
I wonder who he is have I seen him on the street, how old will I be when me and Dad meet.
Is he my banker or maybe a cop, I will always want to know and that will never stop.
What do I say when my son starts to ask, coming up with an answer will be quite a task.
Dose not having him make me less of a man, surely you know this wasn't the plan.
Do I keep this a secrete never to tell, keeping this in will really be hell.
Now I try to be super dad, never letting anyone see me sad.
I hope one day we can reunite, me with my Father that will be a sight.
your life right now has everything
the only thing missing is a wedding ring
remember when aunt Louis said marriage is best
i'm kinda scared is what you confessed
she said it's scary at first but give it time
making the first move is not a crime
you know she means everything to you
you said my girls mean alot to me to
she said that's all the more to marry her
then you said how can you be so sure
as much as they need you
they need a mother to
so man up brother and say i do
we've had this conversation before it's nothing new
and just because your my sister doesn't mean i have to listen to you
don't listen to me than you never do
but the decision you make now
later on is going to haunt you
P.S. this poem is telling the story of my foster dad talking to his sister who is trying to
convince my foster dad to get merried to his girlfriend
THIS POEM AND EVERY POEM I WRITE AND EVERYTHING I DO IS INSPIRED BY MY ONE
MAN MY HERO MY DAD
H ate you love you
E ven in the darkest of all days you come thru with light
C ome on dad you know I love you
T ogether we stand and our love for each other will never fall
O n father’s day I didn’t really got you anything
R eading your face after my football games makes me feel fortunate to have you
T ogether we are a hell of a team
O ver every one you are my favorite
R age between us there always will be
R evange for something never will happen
E verything I know you thought me
S o dad I want you to know that you’re my hero
I LOVE YOU DAD
Please dad,
please don't cry,
it's selfish for me to say,
cause dad you gave me breath,
the breath I breath today.
A strong man,
always the family fed,
dad you gave us so much more
than our want and our
daily bread.
Dad you cry, I know,
for youth you know demised
but dad to me, you'll always be
the geordie who worked the tyne.
The geordie boy
who held respect
for his decent ways
and the men he led.
Please dad,
please don't cry,
your still the man
that led his men
and I can't bear to watch you die.