It's difficult to define a father precisely
So, let's imagine how a father would be
A father may be figuratively similar to these:
A starting point, a fulcrum, a roof, a piece of land
A mountain, a sky, a star, a beam of sunshine
A lamp, a mirror, a book, a guide,a set of minds,
...
I reckon a father can be similar to each of them
if he is viewed from different perspectives
However, fatherhood will not be fairly defined
If all the pieces above aren't yet combined ?
Love really exists
Caring reciprocal love
Father, children, happy family...
Father of the earth, you are beautiful
created in magnificence
graciously gifted by God
to give yourself to your children in love!
Father, exemplary man, strong
husband and royal protector,
crucial support and support...
Gently but attentively,
father warns; daughter, don't play at the table!
"Father, I'm recording, I'm not playing."
Calm, transparent pond...
ducklings learn to swim!
Father duck, watch carefully...!
Every father, patiently
like a mother similarly
of his children is a teacher
The foxes in my garden
Arrive at night to play
They had their fill of chicken
And so decide to stay
I crouch down on my haunches
And look into her eyes
The little one so trusting
She’s like her mother wise
I see how she has taught them
To fend well for themselves
But only Little Roxy
Has me so overwhelmed
She comes to me at midnight
For honey in a bowl
As I crouch down and watch her
I know my heart she stole.
The other three just run around
They eat and scatter fast
But Roxy and her mother
Make this encounter last
It was a summer of living next to my father. He turned every ordinary day into pure laughter with his Italian antics and beautiful smile. When it came to gardening he had the magic touch.
He would plant morning glories and each morning he would water them with caring hands.
I would get up early just to watch him take out the hose and water the cucumbers, tomatoes, basil, parsley etc.
One evening I asked him why the morning glories closed up at night, and he told me they needed to rest after a long hot summer day. He said, " If you want to catch them in the act of opening, then you have to get up very, very early."
Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and the sage advice that he gave me while living next to my heart.
He was my first teacher and although I didn't inherit his love of gardening, each time I see a morning glory open its face to the sun, I think of him and all the times he shared his knowledge.
Until this day, I still think the best time of day is the early morning. I often take my coffee in the backyard and watch the living plants grow and thank God for having given me the best father a girl could ever ask for.
The End.
In a world that spins both fast and wide,
There’s one sweet place where hearts abide.
Not built of brick, nor stone, nor gold—
But love and laughter, strong and bold.
A family, stitched with threads so tight,
That even storms can't dim their light.
With arms that hug, and eyes that see
The best in you, and let you be.
They fight and fuss, then laugh again,
Like summer sun after the rain.
Through highs and lows, they're always near,
A gentle voice, a listening ear.
Each member shines in their own way,
A galaxy that lights your day.
From silly jokes to quiet care,
Their magic lingers everywhere.
So here’s to love without condition,
To endless joy and shared ambition.
For nothing beats, across life’s sea,
The bond we call our family. ????
To the man who stood so tall,
Who picked me up with every fall.
In life’s loud storm or silent pain,
You stood like shelter in the rain.
When nights were long, and hopes ran low,
You still believed and let it show.
You taught me how to fight, to stand,
To build my dreams with steady hand.
Behind your silence was endless care,
A love so deep, always there.
You gave up joys, ignored your need,
To see us smile, to help us succeed.
You worked in pain, you hid your fear,
And never let it interfere.
Each drop of sweat, each sleepless night,
You faced it all without respite.
You never asked for much or more,
Still gave us all you had in store.
You are the reason we can shine,
Your sacrifices shaped this life of mine.
Today I say what I feel each day,
But don’t always find the words to say:
You are my first love, my forever pride,
The one who’s always by my side.
I love you more than I can show,
More than you’ll ever truly know.
In every win, in every part,
You live within my grateful heart.
So here’s my soul, poured out today,
To thank you, Dad, in every way.
I pray for you in each life’s test,
May God grant you peace, love, and rest.
On my 46th Father’s Day
I’d finally have my say
For I’d heard the pleasantries before
they all seemed like cliches
Ties and tie-pins made such fine gifts
for the first 20 years, if you catch my drift
Going out to eat was never much of a treat
for a table you have to love to compete
So, this year I awoke and looked my wife right in the eye
and popped the question: Am I a good father?
~ Don’t tell me a lie
My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand
whether shapely straight as a clarinet
or conical as a saxaphone. He blows
through a woody-reed, his tongue
not lashing at us, but conditioned
to musically relay his love for us.
My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand.
They put together a Hammond organ.
His feet so cheerfully press the pedals,
his fingers twinkle across the keys.
Whatever instrument, he sings to us;
his voice good enough for us. Occasionally,
my Dad would get mad, lash out, but
it was not his habit. He is compassionate.
He’d keep quiet, and quietly entertain.
Fathers…
on this Father’s day…and, for that matter, every day
may we do our best to be…
as extraordinary a father
as our children imagine
and need us to be.
Written By: D. Collins 6/15/25
A Father's Day is celebrated if he's done something good.
Putting in the heavy work and done everything he could.
He's the protector to ensure nothing happens to them.
That Almighy MF that's down for all his children.
A Father's Day extends throughout his whole lifetime.
He cries when he should but is always on the front line.
He looks out for those who aren't even his.
Just a Big Boss Dog for all the little kids.
Father's Day is coming.
And I know all my sadness will be forthcoming
My children are my family
And in my life, I learned
From the best father
My father always asked me what I was thinking
And they were always there to listen
My father was strong
And help me teach me what is right and wrong
He was always there for my bad days
And when I also triumph
I learned a lot from the love he shared
With each passing day, he will always
Be a big part of my life
It was hard when you left
When you left I just wanted to say one last goodbye
I always wish my love was strong enough
So you would never have died
There is nothing in my life that
Would ever change that I love you dearly
My heart has one section that
Is meant just for you
My heart broke when I lost you
But I know part of my heart
Went to heaven with you
So on this Father's Day, I want you
To know I love you and miss you
First time around, I slowly locked
him out and threw away the keys.
Memories of him fell like Autumn leaves.
In reality, he was a father that I thought
I really knew. But in reality, he was also
a father I never really knew.
It was when I was shown a different view
that he became someone entirely new. After
years, and not a few. After years of dismissal
and irrelevancy; years I found nothing in him
of use to me. Long after his demise, he had
become someone unattractive both in my
mind and deep inside.
Things changed when a younger sister revealed
to me a father who made me feel good inside.
He became a father who was no longer a thorn in
my side. In a very real sense, my life became a dance
when I gave my father another look, a second chance.
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Missing my Parents
Both are gone
Jesus is with me
I am never alone.
Rest my dear Parents
You've done your best
Remembrance in memories
Centuries, Decades, through Destiny
All the rest.
Fathers are familiar with their children
Attitudes of responsility are mandated
Teaching is best learned from modeling
Heaven painted perfect fatherhood pictures
Every action and word should be weighed
Respect can be demanded when earned
Heroes of children should be their parents
Offering prayers for our children is a must
Obligations to kids should never be a chore
Dedicated fathering is to train and give our best
Measure Of A Man
Humble Beginnings.
Always giving.
Put himself last.
Hard working hands.
Long days toil under the sun.
Easy to talk to.
Food on the table.
Always grateful.
With lines on his face.
A good word to say.
Never complain.
Always a gentleman.
Carry the burden.
With heavy lifting.
Take timeout to listen.
With great characteristics.
It’s not about his bank account.
Just down to earth.
An old soul.
Sometimes all alone.
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