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
