Here are three great Father's Day poems to share with your Dad, Grandfather, Uncle or whoever has been a great Father figure in your life

 

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

Here are three great Father's Day poems to share with your Dad, Grandfather, Uncle or whoever has been a great Father figure in your life. During this special time of the year or any time of the year is a great time to show Dad how much you love and appreciate him.
My Dad was such a great loving Father and provider. These poems are dedicated to him and loving Fathers everywhere.

Father's Are Wonderful People

Fathers are wonderful people
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should...
For, somehow, father seems to be
the man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
and nurses all our ills...
And Father struggles daily
to live up to "his image"
As protector and provider
and "hero of the scrimmage"...
And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That Father's are not subject
to the things we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad's heart,
where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental
and as "soft" as he can be...
But he's so busy every day
in the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
to his partner and his wife...
But fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and to bring them happiness...
And like Our Heavenly Father,
he's a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on
to be always on our side.
Helen Steiner Rice

OUR FATHER'S

Our father's toil with hand and heart
To make our lives complete.
They quietly brave the winter cold,
Endure the summer heat.

Our fathers' lives are busy, but
There's always time for us.
They boldly face the ups and downs
And seldom ever fuss.

Our fathers are the greatest dads.
We know you know this, too.
But thank you for the chance to share
Our love for them with you.
Author Unknown

A FATHER MEANS

A Father means so many things...
A understanding heart,
A source of strength and of support
Right from the very start.
A constant readiness to help
In a kind and thoughtful way.
With encouragement and forgiveness
No matter what comes your way.
A special generosity and always affection, too
A Father means so many things
When he's a man like you...
Author Unknown

EVEN THOUGH WE'VE LIVED APART

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
NICHOLAS GORDON

To My Father

It matters not that time has shed

His thawless snow upon his head,

For he maintains, with wonderous art,

Perpetual summer in your heart.

William Hamilton Hayne

THE MOST INSPIRING FATHER'S DAY QUOTES

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.....

|| Unknown

It is with deep grief that I learn of the death of your kind and brave Father; and, especially, that it is affecting your young heart beyond what is common in such cases. In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once. The memory of your dear Father, instead of an agony, will yet be a sad sweet feeling in your heart, of a purer and holier sort than you have known before.

|| Abraham Lincoln to a young woman, Fanny McCullough, daughter of Lincoln’s long-time friend, Lieutenant Colonel William McCullough who died during the Civil War

A dad is someone who

wants to catch you before you fall

but instead picks you up,

brushes you off,

and lets you try again.



A dad is someone who

wants to keep you from making mistakes

but instead lets you find your own way,

even though his heart breaks in silence

when you get hurt.



A dad is someone who

holds you when you cry,

scolds you when you break the rules,

shines with pride when you succeed,

and has faith in you even when you fail...

|| Unknown

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma.

|| Marlene Dietrich

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.

|| Sigmund Freud 

Any man can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a dad.

|| Anne Geddes

If you think about it seriously, all the questions about the soul and the immortality of the soul and paradise and hell are at bottom only a way of seeing this very simple fact: that every action of ours is passed on to others according to its value, of good or evil, it passes from father to son, from one generation to the next, in a perpetual movement.

|| Antonio Gramsci

My father died many years ago, and yet when something special happens to me, I talk to him secretly not really knowing whether he hears, but it makes me feel better to half believe it.

|| Natasha Josefowitz

None of you can ever be proud enough of being the child of such a Father who has not his equal in this world - so great, so good, so faultless. Try, all of you, to follow in his footsteps and don't be discouraged, for to be really in everything like him none of you, I am sure, will ever be. Try, therefore, to be like him in some points, and you will have acquired a great deal.

|| Queen Victoria of England

By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong.

|| Charles Wadsworth

A father is someone that

holds your hand at the fair

makes sure you do what your mother says

holds back your hair when yor are sick

brushes that hair when it is tangled because mother is too busy

lets you eat ice cream for breakfast

but only when mother is away

he walks you down the aisle

and tells you everything's gonna be ok.

|| Unknown

They say that from the instant he lays eyes on her, a father adores his daughter. Whoever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. She makes him feel like Christmas. In exchange, he makes a secret promise not to see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes or the secrets she keeps.

|| Unknown

I've had a hard life, but my hardships are nothing against the hardships that my father went through in order to get me to where I started.

|| Bartrand Hubbard

A true father is always there. He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes fall upon his infant daughter. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age, even though she might not understand half of it. He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life. He is there to tell her to go ask her mother, when her mother told her to ask him. He is there to lecture her, prepare her for the monster called high school. He is there to put up with her teenage moods and her co-ed relationships. He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a workingwoman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all). He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad. But most of all, he is always there to love her. And she is always there to love him back. Dad, I love you, happy Father’s Day.

|| Katie Schmarr

A man's worth is measured by how he parents his children. What he gives them, what he keeps away from them, the lessons he teaches and the lessons he allows them to learn on their own.

Thankfully, there is no measurement great enough to measure the worth of my father. I love you Dad!

|| Lisa Rogers

Being a great father is like shaving.

No matter how good you shaved today,

you have to do it again tomorrow.

|| Reed Markham

THE HAND OF A FATHER

My Dad, some ninety plus years now, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. I sat down beside him. He didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was okay.





Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was okay. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled.





Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking, he said in a clear strong voice. I didn't mean to disturb you, Dad, but you were just sitting there staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were alright.





"Have you ever looked at your hands?" he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"





I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.







Dad smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life."

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. They wiped my tears when my son went off to war." 

"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold you as a newborn daughter. Decorated with my wedding bandthey showed the world that I was married and loved someone special."



"They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, washed and cleansed the rest of my body."



They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else on me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life."



"But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when He leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."







After that day, I will never look at my hands the same again.





But I remember God reached out and took my Dad's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt of sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Dad. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.