Love is in Da Blog: Fathers

Just Fooling  Around  With Bee said: That is why today we celebrate the fathers in our lives no matter if they are related or not.

This  is  another  of  my  older  poems , my  favourite  poems, written  about  my  Dad.

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A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

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He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog, man. An “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

my Dad

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter a lover man. A home maker man someone to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

 

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.

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Don’t ever think  I didn’t listen or  learn from you

Although you are gone I will remember  you tught  me true

Do I  miss you, do I  love  you  . Yes I do.

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And  a poem I wote  for my  son  on the birth of  his first son.

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Now  you have a son

Your work has  just  begun

You have  a lot  to learn

But  that  should  not  course you concern.

 

You’ll rush home  from work

To bath him. You will not shirk

Your  duties as a father  that I know

You will delight  in him as you watch  him grow.

 

Now there will be feeding,  burping and nappies  to change

Pacing  the floor at night, at first  that will be strange.

It may  not  be plain  sailing it  may  not  be  all fun

But  it is  they stuff of life  so make  the most of him my Son.

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This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

 

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