Long Fathers day Poems
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A baas boy longing for his family uses the Morning Star as a point of reference and a guide for hope.
A Star/Steer poem
The distant star my guiding light shines down
on fields of labor hard and long.
A thousand miles from where my love is sown
I trace its beam and hum a silent song.
It knows the path my weary feet steer back
to the faces I hold so dear.
Does the same star watch over them tonight?
My wife,my children dreaming in the dark.
I pray it keeps them safe till morning light
and leaves upon their hearts a gentle mark.
I promise I'll journey home once more,
Sit with them on our humble floor.
He worked hard all his life…so many hours on his feet….
trying to make enough money so all his ends could meet.
He was proud of the work he’d done…but his pride he never flaunted
as he provided his family everything they ever needed…
If not everything they ever wanted.
But now his life was coming to an end…and one question popped into his head
as he gazed at all his children gathered round his bed.
“I wonder, have you all been happy?” he asked,
“I know how often we’ve been poor….
When I look back on our life together…
I wanted to give you so much more…”
“I am sorry for what you didn’t have”…and at this point the father sighed.
“all those things you may have wanted…all those things I couldn’t provide.”
The eldest daughter stopped him…as tears flowed from his eyes.
“Poppa”, she said, “stop right there…Poppa,” she said, “don’t cry…”
“We know how much you loved us…have no regrets…no fear…
for whenever we needed or wanted you…we knew that you’d be here.”
“You were here to share our laughter…you were here to share our tears
You were here to relish in our joys…you were here to ease our fears…”
“The children all moved closer…their expressions gracious and undaunted
“Poppa,” they said, “you gave us your time….
which is all we really ever wanted.”
“We know how hard you worked…
there’s no reason to be sad
because as hard as you worked to provide for us…
you worked that much harder being Dad.”
Yes, he thought the work he did was important…
and it was…but in the end his children all conceded…
The time he spent just being Dad…
was all they ever needed.
My father,
My father is no special Man, if special is determined by 6 packs and built muscles.
Infact he is a good example of an African man who because of late eating has super-pack as stomach instead of 6 packs.
Baa mi
The man who through toils and sweats, tills the ground with hard labour as though he was sentenced by the almighty to be a labourer.
He prioritises providing for us over taking care of himself as he as sacrificed self on the altar of responsibilities.
Nna'm
Always in silence when finance is limited
Quietly strategizing the next move to ensure that the home is a home with provisions provided for the citizens of his kingdom.
He faces the odds of limited resources in the streets and enters each day with a coin or the promise of a coin for the next day.
Baba nna
I call you my spartan
For the twists and turns through impossibilities to ensure that I live a life of futuristic possibilities.
My father
I hope this letter shows you that:
"we see you"
We see your sweats in the seas of endless strivings
We see the pains behind your smiles
We see your unwavering love at the cost of your peace
We see you
Through all the inflations with no consideration of limitations
We see you father
And we love you.
Happy father's day father, for it is you who makes "being the head" a honourable job description.
Forever legacy of our Daddy’s faith
Asserts his trust in the Lord’s authority
Tenaciously props his fatherhood* triumphs
Hoisting home midst hardships toward heavenly hope
Earnest to lead our family so eagerly
Readily showing love midst discipline regard
Surely, he is blest Mama’s darling and sweetheart…
Director --- our human coach and driver dearest
Anchoring us, blending well truths and mercy acts
Yeah, he’s not perfect; yet his best is God’s “Yes.”
*Proverbs 17:6 Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.
May 17, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (JUN 4)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/3/2021.
A clutter of wood and dust in cobwebby corners,
and dappled sun shining through dirty windows;
on his work table a drawing; a project in progress,
and tin cans and jars of nails and screws on shelves.
Tools on hooks waiting for hands that will never come,
I touch the old tools like they were the finest of lace;
and I cannot help thinking, who will want all this,
he was a simple man, my father, and I loved him so.
His death was fast, no one expected him to leave,
in a blink he was gone, and all I have are memories;
I linger there with the dust that floats in the sun,
and I weep and weep for what I have lost this day.
Then, I pick up his pencil and on his paper I write,
I write this poem of pain and it is the beginning;
the beginning of my writing with a true poet's soul,
I leave the child within me, and become a poet,
today.
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For Father's Day
Poetry/Verse/Dad's Workshop
Copyright Protected, ID
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
To write about him, never so easy,
Seems like expressing sky’s vastness in words,
To me, trust he’s dwelling in walls of house
Or vigour gone within its founding base.
An assurance supported by its doors
That welcome you in whenever arrive,
In the minds of innocent naïve children,
Majestic mountain ever standing tall.
Time comes, son has to gather the ashes
Of his father carried on his shoulder
A few hours back, the very same body
On whose shoulders he had ere seen the world.
Mother’s absence if felt is in minutes,
Fathers, when he’s no longer in this world,
His presence, often just tolerated--
From morning tea, words of caution and care.
But when all this stops one eventful day--
My dad was apparently harsh to me
As child, loving still in his unique ways,
I realize, what rare wealth they were of life!
Mother’s love may look like soft cooling rain,
Father’s, like an unseen underground string
That keeps the tender greenery alive,
In raging sun it’s hard to recall spring.
He may not always leave you behind wealth,
But fathers spend their priceless youthful years,
They cut apart a portion of their dream
And add it up to child’s unknown to him.
I wonder if they stay alive as stars,
As ancestors to guide our life’s affairs,
Anyway, death causes end of body,
Fathers remain alive in fatherhood.
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Reminiscing | 12.06.2026 | father, life, mountain, spring, string, Blank Verse/Quatrain
Note: On Fathers’ Day..., as a grandfather myself, I often feel my father’s presence in life’s tender moments.
When you became a father you took on the responsibility
of providing for your children…a loving family.
With fatherhood comes the duty of combining the present with the past
and providing a future for you children that is both meaningful…and vast.
When it comes to shaping the kind of people they will ultimately be
your children will be looking to you…for you hold one of the keys.
During those times you get to steer the ship
navigating the capricious winds of fate
If you teach your children love…they will love
If you teach them to hate…then they will hate.
Whatever you choose to show them
in all you say and do
remember: there’s a good chance
they’ll be watching
and will grow up
to be like you.
A Father's DAY LETTER for Abba
Oh! God I write this spiritual letter
Hoping you continual to bless me always
I and ever so thank-full
you are the one merciful
for you are one I will forever adore, Holy, Holy Father above
for you are one I love, solely
you are the one, with mercies
my Father
Abba God
Holy Creator of all
You’re a guide
in the universe, a small whispered voice
I shall forever adore, my Dad, my spiritual Dad
Abba
Happy Father's Day!
you hold my soul
an unwavering bond to never break
for you are one I will forever adore
my dad
my father
a guide
in the universe
I shall forever adore, my dad
Abba
but where would I be without you? Alone
you are the one merciful
for you are one I will forever adore, Holy
for you are one I love, solely
you are the one, with mercies
I shall forever adore, my Dad, my spiritual Dad
Abba
Happy Father's Day!
my Father
Abba God Hallelujah
Thank-you Father God
creator of me and all
Abba God Hallelujah
Thank-you Father God
Hallelujah
6/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Fathers are like the ocean,
Vast deep, strong in motion,
Endless depths of love and care,
Always present, always there.
Like the waves that crash ashore,
Fathers protect us evermore,
Guiding us in life's rough tide,
Leading us to the other side.
Their wisdom flows just like the sea,
Their strength like a tidal energy,
Their kindness like a gentle breeze,
Their love, an oceanic immensity.
Through storms and waves they stand their ground,
A beacon of hope when we're feeling down,
Fathers are like the ocean vast,
Always enduring, forever steadfast.
So let us honor fathers today,
For all they give and all they say,
For being our rock in life's great ocean,
Guiding us with unwavering devotion.
Yesterday was Father’s day…a day father is the star…
a day we celebrate his role in helping to make us who we are.
Father’s ride with us on the roller coaster that is our life
It’s nice to know they’re there.
We look to them to show us when to hold on tight
and when to ride with our hands up in the air.
When it comes to their children I imagine
every father has felt every emotion from the great to the good to the bad…
Which they know was totally worth it
when they hear…I love you Dad.
And when we hear those words…
we know fatherhood was not a hoax
despite the mistake we’ve made along the way…
and our repertoire of Dad jokes.
I heard from all my children yesterday…
and it always makes me smile
when they call to say I love you…
or just to talk a while.
But I am lucky for this is not an isolated incident
my children have found a multitude of ways
to make every day I’ve been a father
feel like Father’s Day.