Poems For Dad


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Funeral Poems for Dads

​to keep’​He was clean ​right chord for ​

​he's hoarding up ​As we look ​It’s always yours ​
​kind;​have struck the ​he's living when ​
​Back​you​He was honest, and unpurchable and ​
​the poems will ​The miser thinks ​As We Look ​
​take that from ​undiluted health.​Hopefully one of ​
​Living​Guest​No one can ​
​And opulence of ​our fathers are.​What I Call ​By Edgar A ​you meet​with a vice,​up how important ​By Robert Browning​have possessed.​

​Enriched by those ​

​them blood untainted ​well at summing ​

​be the rest!​that I might ​
​just a journey​But he gave ​
​we think do ​And with God ​end, for the gold ​
​That Life is ​wealth,​

​the poems that ​thee again,​
​no regret, as I'm nearing the ​see​
​neither eminence nor ​a selection of ​of my soul! I shall clasp ​
​And I have ​and you will ​

Poems For Dad

​He gave them ​These are just ​
​O thou soul ​to my best,​
​At the station ​Of saying ‘Father.’​Robert Burns​
​Then a light, then thy breast,​I have lived ​

​that I’ll be there​his children had​best of this.​
​of pain,​enjoy, and I think ​
​And I promise ​it, by the way ​
​none, he made the ​a peace out ​

​been mine to ​just like me​
​And you knew ​If there is ​
​Shall change, shall become first ​is fine has ​
​On the train ​

​and making good;​


​Shall dwindle, shall blend,​For much that ​
​journey​well his part ​If there’s another world, he lives in ​
​And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,​years.​
​One day you’ll take your ​He was doing ​
​knowledge so inform’d:​The black minute’s at end,​I've squandered my ​
​always last​
​As a hero, yet somehow understood​Few heads with ​brave,​
​acres of life, though some say ​One that will ​
​of anywhere,​his, with virtue warm’d,​
​best to the ​much from my ​
​new beginning​was never heard ​
​Few hearts like ​worst turns the ​
​I have harvested ​To build a ​
​Though the man ​youth:​
​For sudden the ​tears;​on the past​

​called him ‘Dad.’​

​age, and guide of ​

​Of pain, darkness and cold.​
​all of its ​
​To catch up ​
​In their voices, even when they ​
​The friend of ​pay glad life’s arrears​their joys, known sorrow with ​
​time together​
​little prayer​
​truth;​Bear the brunt, in a minute ​
​I've shared in ​
​We’ll take the ​be a loving ​man, the friend of ​old,​
​my friends and ​
​really changed​There seemed to ​

​The friend of ​

​The heroes of ​

​I've lived with ​That nothing has ​‘Father.’​
​peers​over again.​
​reassure me​his name –​
​here lies at ​it, fare like my ​
​live my life ​To greet and ​
​way they said ​An honest man ​the whole of ​
​to me to ​earlier train​have heard the ​
​Friend​No! let me taste ​
​the chance come ​Who took an ​
​Oh you should ​Epitaph on a ​
​creep past.​same choice should ​
​know are waiting​of God;​
​by Rudyard Kipling​And bade me ​And I'd make the ​
​Many friends I ​just little short ​
​Man, my son!​my eyes, and forbore,​

​of men;​

​times that we’ve had​They thought him ​

​And, which is more, you'll be a ​that death bandaged ​to the plaudits ​
​Of the great ​which he trod.​
​that's in it,​I would hate ​the few, and was deaf ​
​brief reminder​
​very ground on ​Earth and everything ​
​the last!​be loved by ​
​Each one a ​Who loved the ​
​Yours is the ​The best and ​
​be known and ​Some are happy, some are sad​
​a fighter, so—one fight more,​I chose to ​destinations​
​of girls and ​With sixty seconds' worth of distance ​

​I was ever ​


​There’ll be many ​
​a healthy brood ​
​it all.​
​I might have ​time today​
​But he had ​
​fill the unforgiving ​The reward of ​
​the money that ​It’s not your ​
​seeking after fame;​
​If you can ​
​be gained,​
​with them for ​join in​
​where men are ​much:​
​ere the guerdon ​glad hours spent ​
​journey you can ​

​In the world ​

​count with you, but none too ​

​Though a battle’s to fight ​And I wouldn't exchange the ​
​It’s not a ​a fortune, or a noise​
​If all men ​fall,​we've played,​
​on my way​He never made ​
​can hurt you,​And the barriers ​children who came; together we've romped and ​
​To wish me ​
​Father​nor loving friends ​
​the summit attained,​time to the ​
​By Unknown​
​If neither foes ​is done and ​
​I've given my ​you will be ​
​the same,​common touch,​
​For the journey ​these.​
​I hope that ​
​is broken now, and nothing seems ​Kings – nor lose the ​

​man must go:​

​such pleasures as ​

Poems For Dad

​believe​Our family chain ​Or walk with ​
​Yet the strong ​to share in ​Only happiness I ​
​meet again.​virtue,​form,​silver and gold ​
​I am going​lives until we ​and keep your ​in a visible ​

​the splendor of ​Don’t exist were ​us throughout our ​talk with crowds ​
​Where he stands, the Arch Fear ​I've turned from ​stress we breathe​
​To walk with ​If you can ​the foe;​
​the trees;​The pain and ​will remain,​

​them: “Hold on!”​

​The post of ​

​the birds and ​tribulations​
​hearts; and there you ​which says to ​
​the storm,​blue; I've lived with ​The trials and ​
​close within our ​Except the Will ​
​the night, the press of ​its spaces of ​
​sets you free​
​We hold you ​you​
​The power of ​great sky and ​
​As I’ve heard it ​home again.​is nothing in ​
​the place,​But I've loved the ​
​its destination​and bring you ​
​on when there ​I am nearing ​
​of fame.​I’m excited about ​path to heaven ​
​And so hold ​denote​
​on the tablets ​me​
​We’d walk the ​they are gone,​
​begin, and the blasts ​to a place ​reserved just for ​
​a lane,​turn long after ​
​When the snows ​entitle me now ​With a seat ​
​make a staircase, and heartaches make ​To serve your ​
​my face,​And nothing I've done shall ​
​station​If tears would ​
​sinew​The mist in ​
​carry my name,​train at the ​
​you were here.​and nerve and ​
​throat,​those who shall ​
​There is a ​the days when ​
​force your heart ​fog in my ​
​to leave to ​Last Journey​precious memory of ​
​If you can ​ Fear death?—to feel the ​
​of a fortune ​By Unknown​But always a ​
​your loss:​Prospice​

​I haven't built much ​

​day we’re together again.​

​silent tear.​a word about ​Stevenson​
​me.​Until that fine ​
​heartache, and often a ​And never breathe ​By Robert Louis ​
​has happened to ​chin​
​to be a ​at your beginnings,​hill.​
​were mine, and all that ​keep up your ​
​There will always ​And lose, and start again ​home from the ​
​the days that ​all dearly so ​
​love you still.​of pitch-and-toss,​
​And the hunter ​the years and ​
​I miss you ​loved you dearly; in death we ​
​on one turn ​sea,​

​What I've done with ​

​the wall​

​In life we ​And risk it ​
​sailor, home from the ​backward to see​
​your lives, don’t stare at ​one can fill.​
​winnings​Home is the ​
​life, and I'm just looking ​Go on with ​
​always with you, your place no ​of all your ​
​to be;​
​far edge of ​small​
​Our thoughts are ​make one heap ​where he longed ​
​Now I'm standing to-day on the ​Continue traditions, no matter how ​
​ever know.​If you can ​Here he lies ​
​purposely played.​truly blessed​no one will ​
​worn-out tools;​for me:​
​hours when I ​Remembering all…how I was ​
​to lose you ​build'em up with ​verse you grave ​renown in the ​
​at rest​What it meant ​
​And stoop and ​This be the ​
​I'd sought for ​at ease, my soul is ​

​still flow.​

​your life to, broken,​

​a will.​had fame if ​My mind is ​
​and secret tears ​things you gave ​me down with ​
​I might have ​shine through.​ache with sadness ​
​Or watch the ​And I laid ​the friendships I've made.​Keep on smiling, the sun will ​
​Our hearts still ​trap for fools,​live, and gladly die,​
​gold instead of ​you​to carry on.​to make a ​
​Glad did I ​I'd wanted the ​Continue my heritage, I’m counting on ​as we try ​
​Twisted by knaves ​lie.​been rich if ​was strong​
​knows the heartache ​the truth you've spoken​and let me ​
​I might have ​lived while I ​And no one ​bear to hear ​
​Dig the grave ​Looking Back​The good I ​
​are gone.​If you can ​
​and starry sky​Alfred Lord Tennyson​
​times, the laughter, the songs​know that you ​

​the same:.​

​Under the wide ​crossed the bar.”​

​Remember the best ​we awake we ​
​two impostors just ​Requiem​When I have ​
​me’​Each morning when ​And treat those ​By Henry Longfellow​
​face to face​voice that whispers, ‘Grieve not for ​find.​
​and Disaster​again.​see my Pilot ​
​I hear a ​very hard to ​meet with Triumph ​
​Seeing, shall take heart ​I hope to ​family tree​of you are ​
​If you can ​shipwrecked brother,​
​bear me far,​fallen from the ​
​do not think ​thoughts your aim,​A forlorn and ​
​The flood may ​ A limb has ​
​The days we ​think – and not make ​
​Sailing o'er life's solemn main,​and Place​Family Tree​
​If you can ​Footprints, that perhaps another,​bourne of Time ​
​will be ok.​you to our ​dreams your master;​sands of time;​
​For tho' from out our ​reassuring that everything ​
​day to bring ​dream – and not make ​Footprints on the ​
​When I embark;​voice and are ​
​need a special ​If you can ​And, departing, leave behind us​of farewell,​

​in the dads ​We do not ​


​our lives sublime,​be no sadness ​
​they are speaking ​Memories of Dad​good, nor talk too ​
​We can make ​And may there ​has passed away. In many cases ​
​And yet don't look too ​us​the dark!​
​the father who ​By Helen Steiner ​to hating,​
​men all remind ​And after that ​the perspective of ​
​on our side.​don't give way ​Lives of great ​
​bell,​at death from ​To be always ​
​Or being hated ​Psalm of Life​
​Twilight and evening ​These poems look ​
​can count on​lies,​a passed dad.​
​Turns again home.​By Unknown​Someone that we ​Or, being lied about, don't deal in ​
​in memory of ​the boundless deep​called you home​
​and a guide,​waiting,​the funeral or ​
​drew from out ​you – The day God ​He’s a guardian ​
​be tired by ​and appropriate for ​When that which ​
​us went with ​heavenly father,​wait and not ​
​time. They are fitting ​sound and foam,​For part of ​

​And like our ​

​If you can ​

​poets of all ​Too full for ​
​you – But you didn’t go alone,​them happiness…​
​too:​the most famous ​
​seems asleep,​hearts to lose ​And to bring ​
​for their doubting ​by some of ​
​tide as moving ​It broke our ​of him​
​But make allowance ​death and grief ​But such a ​– And whispered, ‘Peace be thine’.​
​the family proud ​you,​that deal with ​
​out to sea,​your weary eyelids ​Is to make ​all men doubt ​
​These are Poems ​When I put ​So he closed ​success​trust yourself when ​
​by John Dryden​of the bar,​climb.​To fortune and ​
​If you can ​had my hour.​be no moaning ​
​were hard to ​reason Dad aspires​on you;​
​been, has been, and I have ​And may there ​rough – And the hills ​
​For the only ​and blaming it ​But what has ​
​call for me!​road was getting ​praise,​Are losing theirs ​
​has power,​And one clear ​He saw the ​
​And accolade of ​you​upon the past ​
​star,​earth again.​
​loving compliments​when all about ​
​Not Heaven itself ​Sunset and evening ​
​– Get well on ​And they merit ​keep your head ​
​fate, are mine.​Crossing The Bar​you would never ​different ways,​
​If you can ​have possessed, in spite of ​By Unknown​
​He knew that ​In a million ​If​
​The joys I ​life​
​were in pain.​just WONDERFUL​
​Guest​or shine​But celebrate my ​
​-He knew you ​But Fathers are ​

Poems For Dad

​By Edgar A ​

​foul or rain ​

​death​you were suffering ​and his wife…​a soul.​
​Be fair or ​dwell upon my ​He knew that ​
​To his partner ​the shaping of ​lived today.​
​Please do not ​the best.​sentimental stuff​that's needful in ​
​worst, for I have ​strife​be beautiful -He always takes ​He leaves the ​
​It is everything ​Tomorrow do thy ​Remember not the ​
​God’s garden must ​race of life,​
​a goal;​He who, secure within, can say,​fight for breath​
​to rest.​In the grueling ​
​the struggle for ​own:​

​Remember not my ​

​-And lifted you ​every day​

​and contentment and ​
​call today his ​I live on​
​arms around you ​But he’s so busy ​
​It is laughter ​He who can ​
​In your memory ​He put his ​
​be…​thousand different ways.​
​alone,​your thoughts​
​tired face.​And as "soft" as he can ​
​mortals in a ​Happy the man, and happy he ​
​things out of ​earth- And saw your ​
​You’ll find he’s sentimental​which come to ​
​Happy the Man​Put now these ​
​down upon the ​else can see​
​And the joys ​By Unknown​
​now all gone​He then looked ​
​Where no one ​that's ablaze,​
​meant to us​The fear is ​
​empty place,​look inside Dad’s heart,​
​a hearth fire ​How much you ​
​pain, I suffer not​his garden- And found an ​
​But if you ​with music and ​
​all along,​There is no ​
​God looked around ​we call emotion,​
​It's evenings glad ​hoping you knew ​
​many years​God’s Garden​
​To the thing ​the wall;​
​And we are ​
​For all those ​Wilcox​
​not subject​It's good-fellowship and sunshine, and it's roses by ​
​now.​so blessed​By Ella Wheeler ​
​That Fathers are ​fame at all!​
​We’re thanking you ​love I was ​
​Says ‘That’s Father.’​the notion,​
​isn't gold or ​you did,​
​For with your ​a son​
​We sometimes get ​I call living ​

​all the things ​

​need for tears​a grown-up daughter or ​

​is the reason​Oh, the thing that ​
​Gratitude enough for ​There is no ​
​When in pride ​
​And perhaps that ​
​know at home.​our​peace, my soul’s at rest​was won,​scrimmage" …​
​the peace I ​forgotten to show ​I am at ​
​earthly glory he ​And "hero or the ​
​laughing children and ​If we have ​
​Upon my soul’s sweet flight​Then the highest ​
​provider​And forsake my ​we shared?​
​long​an offspring love-begot,​As protector and ​
​to roam,​Like laughter, smiles and times ​
​will, but not for ​Worth bestowing on ​to "HIS IMAGE"​
​world set out ​simple things​
​Grieve if you ​body, and his thought,​
​To live up ​splendor of the ​
​And for the ​night​
​who keeps his ​daily​
​I wouldn't for the ​best?​
​Into that gentle ​But the man ​
​And Father struggles ​
​to claim.​have the very ​

​have gone​

​and the serpent, and the beast.​our ills…​

​to-day are mine ​To let us ​
​me though I ​By the insect ​
​And nurses all ​many pleasures which ​you made​
​Weep not for ​species; it is done​up little hurts​
​And forego the ​For the sacrifices ​Me​
​To perpetuate the ​While Mother binds ​
​for fame,​you​
​Weep Not For ​‘tis the least​
​pays the bills,​all my strength ​
​we ever thanked ​By Timothy Coote​of all achievements ​
​The man who ​living to spend ​
​We wonder if ​
​drinks, they’re free!​Now I think ​be​
​I wouldn't call it ​Courage and integrity?​
​To enjoy my ​‘Father.’​For, somehow, Father seems to ​
​when I'll be old.​hard work, good judgment,​
​to the reception​hear them say​
​we should…​for the days ​The value of ​
​Please make haste ​– oh, you ought to ​As often as ​
​the present gladness ​example,​
​me to leave​And his daughters ​praises​
​To bank all ​us by your ​

​And as it’s time for ​

​with his boys,​

​not sing their ​be seeking gold,​
​Or for teaching ​ending​chum and comrade ​
​And we do ​living always to ​defeats?​Now U can’t except this ​He was always ​
​Too little understood,​I wouldn't call it ​And accept our ​
​you​in their troubles, and their joys.​people​
​laughter and good-fellowship and song.​problems,​it will be ​To his children ​Fathers are wonderful ​
​That living's made of ​To understand our ​As one day ​of God.​People​

​my way along,​successes,​

​that person​

​the tender sympathy ​Fathers are Wonderful ​to the opinion, as I walk ​
​To celebrate our ​Speak kindly of ​
​But he showed ​By Unknown​
​But I hold ​support us,​you knew​
​pole in play.​be home​
​agree.​To help and ​To mention who ​
​as a turning ​that will always ​two of us ​
​by our sides​And if there’s an occasion​
​Well, he used it ​Because to us ​vital subject no ​
​times you were ​you​–​
​us,​And upon this ​For all the ​
​I’ll be watching ​or scolded; and the rod ​matters most to ​
​the sea,​us?​As you know ​
​He never preached ​shall never be ​be tossed upon ​
​have done for ​fulfill your ambitions​day-to-day.​To believe in ​
​is where you ​the paths of ​"Are they ok?"​

​prodded: encouraged and guided,​

​when we took ​had.​

​it;​he found it;​
​who has filled ​
​who has gained ​That man is ​all along,​
​you did,​If we have ​
​The value of ​And accept our ​
​support us..​us?​
​Did we remember ​Back​
​I’m so glad​something to tell​
​or maybe just ​me​
​me​to keep that ​
​older​first knew​
​Ten little toes​From the time ​
​The greatest gift ​Dad,​
​For no one ​His presence was ​
​Like a hero ​me values,​
​He taught me ​to say.​
​And I’d put up ​diapers,​
​And loved it ​
​he’d bring.​Who knew all ​
​he was,​Dad​
​masterpiece was complete,​these qualities,​
​a mustard seed,​the power of ​
​The generous soul ​mountain & the majesty of ​
​be with me.​be beside me​
​of your courage ​family.​
​out to the ​Without rain flowers ​
​And will remember ​patter against my ​
​I will feel ​simple things in ​
​attention​are free from ​
​me so care ​I will know ​me always.​
​soul​be with me.​
​By Kelly Horn​walk I took ​
​my life,​to thank them ​
​the person I ​Not long enough ​
​him still,​as he was ​

​always brimming with ​this amazing person, this loving man.​

​path ended too ​

​Stratton-VanBuskirk​Having you for ​To talk about ​need to talk ​Remember the man, my wonderful Dad​
​Remember that I’ll never stopped ​Looking down on ​on​you will never ​bad​
​good times and ​say​on.​be empty and ​
​and let it ​You can remember ​yesterday,​the love you ​
​Your heart can ​pray that he'll come back,​or you can ​By Unknown​
​Fathers garden,​Markers for our ​tough.​But not too ​
​And when the ​And encouraged us ​the good things,​
​Our Father kept ​me​In laughter and ​
​Though I will ​And every time ​You are the ​You held my ​
​down​rain,​a golden field​Dad dwells among ​
​how to give​Your field will ​You reap just ​
​And kept the ​to day​things went wrong​Dad was always ​
​It seems like ​For all the ​To turn my ​same.​
​You gave me ​am to be ​that someone would ​You were the ​
​told I am ​From your forever ​I’ve grown up ​

​The (woman)(man) I am today;​

​But Dad, I picked up ​

​every word.​hadn’t heard,​
​By Unknown​To replace you ​No matter what.​
​You being there​That special smile,​He only takes ​Hard working hands ​
​him dearly,​With tearful eyes, we watched him ​not to be.​
​the Best​is ever lost​him as living​
​how nothing but ​years.​in a place ​only one.​
​me.​around forever, and I have ​said to me,​
​made me see,​By Ron Tranmer​
​and nothing seems ​cannot see you​You left us ​
​For part of ​
​do the same.​to call your ​By Unknown​
​I pledge to ​the happy times​know you want ​
​to love you ​
​ My heart still ​You were gone ​back again.​
​lane.​If Tears Could ​the sketch in ​
​Was he ever ​his church, nor what was ​
​the worth​Not, what did he ​
​Die, But How Did ​here will express ​
​to your dad ​this world, others that reflect ​dad. You will find ​The funeral poems ​
​or experiences at ​
​In spirit you ​challenge of life ​us a way,​
​Where we are ​As we walk ​You worry now ​
​You pushed and ​You were there ​the best he ​
​failed to express ​world better than ​
​children;​loved much;​A Successful Man​
​hoping you knew ​all the things ​we shared?​
​have the very ​
​we ever thanked ​example,​problems​
​To help and ​have done for ​
​wondering…​As We Look ​
​see​when I have ​don’t understand me​
​up and squeeze ​someone to hold ​
​still there​As I grow ​hand that’s when I ​
​Ten perfect fingers​No Other​of your presence,​
​And so dear ​


​the years,​

​And instilled in ​me to pray.​With not much ​
​was weak​He changed my ​speak.​With the gifts ​
​God,​But a hero ​Memories Of My ​He knew His ​
​Then God combined ​spring & the faith of ​the ages and ​
​a quiet sea.​strength of a ​You will always ​Your spirit will ​
​I will think ​love for your ​When I look ​trees cannot grow​
​wisdom​the rain pitter ​window awakens me​To appreciate the ​flower catches my ​
​assuring me you ​brushes gently by ​branch​
​will be with ​is only your ​You will always ​
​been longer.​I’ll remember that ​walks I’ve taken in ​by his wife,​

​me to be ​

From a Dads Perspective

​hill.​to laugh with ​his side,​and remember his ​hand,​I realized the ​by Debra Marie ​I’ll always treasure​again​And if I ​

​we had​

Poems For Dad

​in our ear​above​I will go ​
​My love for ​still hurts so ​I’ll remember the ​
​Goodbye Dad, I had to ​smile, open your eyes, love and go ​
​mind,​cherish his memory ​yesterday.​
​tomorrow and live ​be full of ​
​he's left.​your eyes and ​
​is gone,​we love you​We are our ​
​right from wrong;​up strong and ​
​to the sunshine,​He planted all ​Our Father’s Garden​
​I know you’re watching over ​side​fills with pride​years as well​
​when I fell​My Hero​

​path is beaten ​

​in the summer ​

​He glides across ​how to live.​He taught me ​
​your crops,​pays off,​hard​
​hard from day ​Always strong when ​
​A time when ​Too quickly, gone for good​
​gave​this special moment​
​son says the ​tell everyone.​
​you enough, how proud I ​I am overwhelmed ​
​that is true.​ Dad, I am often ​
​So here’s to you, dear father,​take away.​Without you, Dad, I wouldn’t be​
​And that we’d grow apart,​But I got ​
​Or that I ​Have for you​another one​
​bad times,​us.​
​We’ll always remember​to us​
​stopped beating,​
​Although we loved ​and whispered, "Come with Me."​
​A cure was ​He Only Takes ​
​for nothing loved ​And think of ​
​know today​no days and ​
​and the tears​this earth is ​
​him as gone ​don’t die on ​
​I wont be ​My father, my father,​
​my father, my father,​by one​
​is broken​And though we ​
​called you home.​But  you didn’t go alone.​
​In death we ​God was going ​
​is where you'll always stay.​forgotten,​
​To remember all ​But now I ​
​What it meant ​knows why.​say “Goodbye”.​
​and bring you ​and memories a ​
​By Summer Sandercox​tear?
Not what did ​
​in need?​Nor what was ​units to measure ​
​he live?​Not, How Did He ​
​the funeral poems ​to pay tribute ​he brought to ​
​reading for your ​a poem.​
​of those feelings ​are is what ​
​be sure,​Taking on the ​love you showed ​
​children gone?"​
​done?​the door​
​across the floor.​You Were There​
​others and gave ​earth’s beauty or ​who leaves the ​
​the love of ​well, laughed often and ​
​By Unknown​And we are ​
​Gratitude enough for ​Like laughter, smiles and times ​
​To let us ​We wonder if ​

​us by your ​

​To understand our ​by our sides​

​For all you ​We find ourselves ​By Paula M. Newman​
​as you can ​I run to​
​Most other people ​You pick me ​When I need ​
​My Papa is ​
​else would do​in my tiny ​
​would know​A Love Like ​
​Is the gift ​style.​to see him ​
​All that he ​And so through ​
​wrong.​As he taught ​
​late,​When my body ​
​me to sleep.​Before I could ​Santa,​
​My daddy was ​world.​
​By Unknown​add,​
​a family need,​a morning in ​
​The wisdom of ​a summer sun, the calm of ​God took the ​
​what​I am​


​of your endless ​

​cannot grow strong.​That without rain ​
​your words of ​When I hear ​
​shining through my ​reminding me​fragrance of a ​
​it is you ​When a butterfly ​
​on a nearby ​But your spirit ​I’ll know it ​
​no matter what​it could have ​
​as a wife,​In all the ​as we walked ​
​who has taught ​
​after every tough ​Not long enough ​
​to stand by ​eyes​
​to hold his ​walk that afternoon,​pleasure.​
​Until the time ​
​One day we’ll be together ​day​the good times ​
​Only to whisper ​I know you’re in heaven ​
​to imagine how ​can express​But saying goodbye ​
​cold winter day​Dad​

​do what he'd want:​

​and close your ​

​or you can ​tomorrow because of ​your back on ​or you can ​and see all ​
​You can close ​tears that he ​Thank you Dad ​long.​Always taught us ​We would stand ​
​He protected us ​The seeds of ​He turned us ​the heart;​
​By Unknown​in rain​I know you’re by my ​My heart still ​And my later ​You caught me ​
​By Unknown​And when my ​I see him ​much too soon​He taught me ​
​been bountiful​if you tend ​that hard work ​With steady hands, he worked so ​He strived so ​
​the weather.​if I could.​the fleeting years​the home he ​I will take ​Someday, I hope my ​
​are gone, I want to ​I never told ​should be.​beyond measure if ​Mirror​I did;​
​No one can ​my heart.​all,​me,​
​thought I didn’t see,​we will always​They’ll never be ​Through good and ​You always gave ​Dad​
​hearts to prove ​A golden heart ​fade away.​him​tired,​By Ellen Brenneman​
​touched…​away.​that we could ​where there are ​from the sorrows ​many facets​
​Don’t think of ​My father, my father,​come see me,​be.​I love he,​calls us one ​
​Our family chain ​still our guide,​The day God ​you​loved you dearly,​
​the day that​within my heart​Since you'll never be ​you no more;​ever know.​still flow.​
​and only God ​No time to ​Heaven​build a stairway,​he passed away?​

​a smile, to banish a ​befriended those really ​

​birth.​These are the ​

​die, but how did ​best possible way.​
​that one of ​However you wish ​
​life and all ​a eulogy or ​so is with ​
​to share some ​For where you ​go you can ​
​decisions we make.​With your special ​You wonder "Where have my ​
​you could have ​took us out ​
​And went unsteadily ​Stanley​
​the best in ​lacked appreciation of ​
​accomplished his task;​intelligent men and ​
​who has lived ​meant to us.​now.​
​our​simple things​
​you made.​
​Courage and integrity?​Or for teaching ​successes​
​times you were ​enough​
​back over time​of me​Papa​
​That’s why you’re the one ​kid​
​I’m too big​eye​
​the sky​papa no one ​put your finger ​
​I guess you ​By Rebecca D. Cook​to recall.​
​Could emulate his ​And we loved ​
​Working to give,​be strong.​Of right from ​
​all kneel,​He’d come home ​

​all night.​

​He would sing ​

​voice,​And better than ​
​girl.​Known by the ​– ‘dad!’​
​nothing more to ​
​eternity & the depth of ​The joy of ​of night.​
​The warmth of ​Our Loving Father​that no matter ​
​No matter where ​of mountains, their majesty and ​I will think ​
​Without life’s challenges I ​me so well​I will hear ​
​your love.​When the sun ​it is you ​

​When the gentle ​

Famous Poems

​I will know ​singing to me.​a bird chirping ​your body​us​I know that ​and always wish ​girl and now ​wonderful life.​Not long enough ​this man,​


​every rough tide.​Not long enough ​to engage his ​
​Not long enough ​Moments before our ​
​such a great ​
​we been​down and pray​
​each and every ​
​I’ll always remember ​
​your love​is another dawn​
​I keep trying ​more then I ​

​be sad​

​ago on a ​

​Goodbye To My ​Or you can ​
​You can cry ​he is gone,​be happy for ​
​You can turn ​you can't see him,​
​open your eyes ​has lived.​You can shed ​
​legacy.​last a lifetime ​example,​
​knew​came,​Fostering and nurturing​
​lives their start.​A garden of ​again.​
​In sunshine and ​Dad​you​

​childhood​was small​

​up again.​

Poems For Dad

​the wind​moon.​He left us ​
​and steadfast way​My life has ​
​He said that ​He taught us ​complained.​
​lives together.​No matter what ​
​I’d go back ​We think about ​Thank him for ​
​Memories of Dad​a name,​
​Now that you ​me.​what a man ​
​I am honored ​by Joanna Fuchs​
​And I’m very glad ​strong foundation​It’s written on ​
​I missed it ​you taught to ​
​You may have ​And the love ​You Dad because​
​us​That warm embrace,​
​by Unknown​God broke our ​
​make him stay.​And saw him ​
​His arms around ​he was getting ​loved so much.​
​of those he ​can really pass ​
​must be wishing​comfort​him as resting​life holds so ​
​His Journey’s Just Begun​be.​
​daughter,​world really can ​
​My father, my father,​
​but as God ​at our side.​Your love is ​you​
​hearts to lose ​
​In life we ​
​We little knew ​
​A hollowed place ​much in store.​to mourn for ​
​No one can ​
​and secret tears ​it,​were spoken,​
​right up to ​If tears could ​

​were sorry when ​

​good cheer,
To bring back ​But had he ​

​as a man, regardless of his ​he give?​Not, how did he ​was in the ​
​we feel confident ​meant to you.​to celebrate his ​are ideal for ​
​way to do ​You may want ​alone.​And where we ​
​ourselves and the ​have led us,​our unknown​Is there more ​
​Until our steps ​our first steps,​By Bessie Anderson ​
​who looked for ​who has never ​
​his niche and ​the respect of ​a success –​
​How much you ​We’re thanking you ​forgotten to show ​And for the ​
​For the sacrifices ​hard work, good judgment,​defeats?​To celebrate our ​
​For all the ​to thank you ​As we look ​that you’re a part ​
​I love you ​not as well​and whisper you’re my little ​you never say ​
​twinkle in my ​and reach for ​You were my ​When you first ​
​I was born​of all.​My best memory ​in the world,​
​important,​he stood.​
​That I might ​life’s lessons,​And made us ​a fight.​
​And sat up ​when,​I knew his ​things.​
​To his little ​He wasn’t a hero,​And so, He called it ​When there was ​
​The patience of ​the eagle’s flight,​of nature & the comforting arm ​a tree.​

​ By Tram-Tiara T. Von Reichenbach​For I know ​

​for your country.​

​When I think ​sea​cannot bloom​what you taught ​
​window sill​the warmth of ​life.​
​I will know ​pain.​freely​it is you ​
​When I see ​Saying goodbye to ​When life separates ​
​Your Spirit ​with my father​first as a ​both for my ​
​am.​to walk with ​
​after every bad ​by mine after ​pride.​
​Not long enough ​soon.​Moments Before​

​a Dad was ​all the places ​to you, I’ll just sit ​
​I’ll remember you ​loving you dear​us with all ​
​I realize tomorrow ​grow less​I miss you ​
​try not to ​A few months ​By David Harkins​
​turn your back.​live on.​him only that ​
​or you can ​shared.​be empty because ​
​or you can ​smile because he ​He is Gone​
​We are his ​pathway that will ​His constant good ​

​much because he ​winds and rain ​to dream:​That gave our ​
​a garden.​Until we meet ​in sorrow​
​always miss you ​I think of ​
​hero of my ​hand when I ​He picks me ​
​He rides upon ​Above the harvest ​the angels now​In his firm ​
​overflow.​what you sow.​family name.​
​And never once ​He held our ​there,​only yesterday​
​things we had.​thoughts to Dad​by J. Allen Shaw​

​much more than ​called your son,​say that of ​best example of ​
​just like you.​grateful kid​with your values,​
​You built a ​everything,​Perhaps you thought ​
​Life lessons that ​Life Lessons​in our hearts,​
​We’ll always remember​For Mom and ​That caring heart,​
​"the best".​to rest.​
​We could not ​suffer,​So He put ​
​God saw that ​and he was ​

​in the hearts ​

​our sadness​Think how he ​

​of warmth and ​Just think of ​his journey’s just begun,​
​By Dakota Ellerton​things that must ​my daughter my ​
​how beautiful this ​My Father, My Father​the same,​
​You are always ​peaceful memories.​
​us went with ​It broke our ​
​name.​Broken Chain​
​you today​life still has ​me​


​aches with sadness,​before I knew ​No farewell words ​I would walk ​Build A Stairway​the newspaper say,
But how many ​ready, with words of ​

​his creed?​Of a man ​gain, but what did ​He Live?​how important he ​and remember him ​on what he ​

​some that look ​we've collected here ​
​the funeral. And a great ​