Mother is all that is noble and fine, And all that is right and good.
She richly deserves every sonnet that's sung To her glorious motherhood.
And when Mother receives some fresh acclaim The whole wide world is glad,
But away down deep in every heart There's a place that is just for Dad.
We may not shower him with praise Nor mention his name in song,
And sometimes it seems that we forget The joy he spreads as he goes along,
But it doesn't mean that we don't know The wonderful role that he has had.
And away down deep in every heart There's a place that is just for Dad.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Days are gone when I measured my height
By standing by your side
Days are gone, when I tried to follow
Your steps, your manners, your stride
These are the days when dear daddy
I want to tell you already
You have been a special mentor
And a very special friend
And a very very special Dad
Forever, till the end.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Even though we've lived apart,
I do not love you less.
There's provision in the heart
For storing tenderness.
There's a love that like a star
Must reconfigure space
To turn the far-flung wanderers
Towards some predestined grace.
Time matters not, nor pain, nor death,
Nor fate as hard as stone.
This truth needs but a single breath,
And that we now have known.
Ah, father! What a joy to live
With love at last expressed!
Life has no greater gift to give
Than that with which we're blessed.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Stepfathers are no less than those of blood:
The spirit is more comely than the flesh.
Equally, two mysteries might mesh,
Paired by nature or by neighborhood.
Fathers are defined by how they love,
And not by how they multiply or breed.
Though you did not supply the primal seed,
How you've loved me does your kinship prove.
Each child must turn when life's too hard to bear,
Regarding someone's arms or empty air.
So do I turn, and always you are there.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
101 Stories to Open the Hearts and Rekindle the Spirits of Fathers
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