This was a Father’s Day poem I wrote many years ago for a church program.
Certain days mean certain things to people.
He held my hand the first time I walked under the church steeple.
He taught me a lot of things when I was a tike.
Taught me how to ride my first bike,
And build my first model.
Just as I was little and learned how to toddle,
He would calm me down when my energy was at full throttle,
Not treating me like a baby crying for his bottle.
He’s not the only one out there.
Many just like him are helping their children with care.
They are blessings in disguise,
Watching us with caring eyes.
Making sure we don’t steer off the right path,
Helping us in school with subjects like English and Math.
They try never to complain,
Or call us a pain.
They move on and work hard.
Always supporting us on special days with love and cards.
If you’re wondering who these people are,
They’re fathers, true shining stars
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