It takes more than blood to be a dad.
Oh this is surely a proven fact.
I've seen men give their hearts to a child,
Never once thinking of taking it back.
A Dad is the one who is always there,
He protects a child from all harm.
He gives a child the assurance that he
will be their anchor in any storm.
A real Dad is a man that teaches his child
all the things in life he needs to know.
He's the tower of strength a child leans on.
The source of love that helps them grow.
There are men that children call Daddy.
Oh, he is their shelter when it rains.
He showers them with unconditional love.
As if it were his blood in their veins.
Whenever you meet a Dad that redefines the word,
honor him with all the respect that is due.
Understand that he proudly wears this banner,
Because his heart is big enough for you.
It's sad but true that not all men understand
it takes more than blood to be a dad.
Someday if they wake up to their empty life
They shall miss what they could have had.
To those men who will never be a dad
No matter what they say or do.
It takes more than blood to possess that title
And it's only found in a man like you.
~ by Kaye Des'Ormeaux
As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes,
A Godly love, given without compromise.
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
And prodded me on with great vigor and pride.
His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power and might of his hands was so sure,
I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure.
It's true, a few others provided insight,
Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,
Although he's not royal by stature or birth.
He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength.
His merits are noble, and of admirable length.
He's far greater than all other men that I know,
He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero.
~ by Debbie Hinton Young
I watched you today as you watched your grandchildren, my children,
and I wondered how you endured the pain, fear, joy and elation
that transforms us into parents.
I remembered the patience, the laughter, the tears.
Do I have the strength to endure it all?
It is with great anticipation that I take these
baby steps as guardian, guide and parent, filled with
a fear of flying and failing- hoping that I might find
as you have- the child within myself, the magic of youth.
To encourage the spirit and to nurture the imagination
as well as the soul.
I will move slowly, delicately, yet boldly
armed with the wisdom of your life, your love,
with full awareness of my shortcomings, yet pride
in my strength, thankful that it was you
that brought me to this place, this time, this love.
I watched you today as you watched your grandchildren.
~ by Monique Wright-Hanna
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