Miss you Dad & love you very much!
Daddy I love you so very much
I'll always be your little girl;
No matter how many years
Go by, I just want a whirl.
I know there will come a time
When I'm too big and you're too old;
But until that time our little game
Belongs to us if I may be so bold.
It's been a few minutes when you come home
First thing every day or every night;
Our special us time no matter what
So come on we've got to keep it up-right?
I just thought I ought to tell you
Just what you mean to me;
In case you try and slip the habit
Now I'm twenty three.
I love You Dad.
There were times when we were scared
That when Mom left you'd change;
You've come round every day for years
To keep us in close range.
Thank you for being so loyal
You've been there through thick and thin;
You've helped and encouraged no matter
Whatever mess we're in.
We thought we ought to say
No we really wanted too;
To say those three little words
That mean so much to you.
We Love You Dad
I know that sometimes I've been tough
Especially as I'm not your own;
But you have helped me through the years
Into this man like you I've grown.
There have been times we're not alike
Not in looks or the color of my skin;
You've carried on no matter what
With deep, deep feelings down within.
I'm proud to be a part of this family
Thank you for making that so;
I'll love you forever my dear dad
I just thought I'd let you know.
I miss you Dad you know that
You went many years ago;
Moms told me all about you
Everything I need to know.
I'll follow in your footsteps
Policing is my dream;
Everyone's so proud of you
I'll be the coffee and you be the cream.
The best there was I have been told
A reputation to look up to;
A heritage that makes me proud
Working with those who knew you.
I know anyone can be a father
But a special man to be a dad;
I hope to be like you
I don't want to make you sad.
You've been the rock of the family
You've held us all together;
So now we're starting families of our own
Your dynasty will last forever
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too ;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools :
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds* worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more you'll be a Man, my son!
Anecdote for Fathers is a poem written by William Wordsworth and is about a conversation between father and sonand shows how adults should learn from children
I have a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mould,
And dearly he loves me.
One morn we strolled on our dry walk,
Our quiet home all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
Our pleasant home when spring began,
A long, long year before.
A day it was when I could bear
Some fond regrets to entertain;
With so much happiness to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
The green earth echoed to the feet
Of lambs that bounded through the glade,
From shade to sunshine, and as fleet
From sunshine back to shade.
Birds warbled round me -- and each trace
of inward sadness had its charm;
Kilve, thought I, was a favored place,
And so is Liswyn farm.
My boy beside me tripped, so slim
And graceful in his rustic dress!
And, as we talked, I questioned him,
In very idleness.
Now tell me, had you rather be,
I said, and took him by the arm,
On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea,
Or here at Liswyn farm?
In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, At Kilve I'd rather be
Than here at Liswyn farm.
Now, little Edward, say why so:
My little Edward, tell me why. --
I cannot tell, I do not know. --
Why, this is strange, said I;
For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm:
There surely must some reason be
Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm
For Kilve by the green sea.
At this, my boy hung down his head,
He blushed with shame, nor made reply;
And three times to the child I said,
Why, Edward, tell me why?
His head he raised -- there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain --
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And eased his mind with this reply:
At Kilve there was no weather-cock;
And that's the reason why.
O dearest, dearest boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Of what from thee I learn.
Why did you grow so big, Daddy,
With me so very small,
For don't you see how many games
We just can't play at all?
For when we're playing circus
And riding round the track,
I never can be elephant
With you upon my back
And when down in the garden
You swing me very high,
I never can give you a turn,
And make you touch the sky.
If you were small, like me, Daddy,
We'd splash about together
Close under my umbrella in
The lovely rainy weather !
I'd let you push me in my cart
Down to the picture show,
And then I'd push you home again
As fast as I could go !
Why did you grow so big, Daddy,
With me so very small,
For don't you see how many games
We just can't play at all ?
Mary White Slater
My papa, he's the bestest man
What ever lived, I bet,
And I ain't never seen no one
As smart as he is yet.
Why, he knows everything , almost,
But mamma says that he
Ain't never been the President,
And that surprises me.
And often papa talks about
How he must work away
He's got to toil for other folks
And do what others say;
And that's a thing that bothers me
When he's so good and great,
He ought, I think, at least to be
The Ruler of the State!
He knows the names of lots of stars,
And he knows all the trees,
And he can tell the different kinds
Of all the birds he sees,
And he can multiply and add
And figure in his head
They might have been some smarter men
But I bet you they are dead.
Once when he thought I wasn't near
He talked to mamma then
And told her how he hates to be
The slave of other men,
And how he wished that he was rich
For her and me and I
Don't know what made me do it, but
I had to go and cry!
And so when I sat on his knee
I ast him : "Is it true
That you're a slave and have to toil
When others tell you to?
You are so big and good and wise,
You surely ought to be
The President, instead of just
A slave, it seems to me."
And then the tears come in his eyes,
He hugged me tight and said :
"Why, no, my dear, I'm not a slave
What put that in your head?
I am a king the happiest king
That ever yet held sway,
And only God can take my throne
And little realm away !"
Samuel Ellsworth Kiser
When Daddy sings he keeps his chin
Pressed tight against his chest,
And just before the folks begin
He gives his voice a test,
And growls "Do, do" first high, then low,
To see which way sounds best.
When Daddy sings it makes him frown
Or wrinkle up his nose.
He waves one finger up and down
The way the music goes ;
And when the song lasts very long,
He rises on his toes.
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. Author Unknown
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
When Daddy shaves and lets me stand and look,
I like it better than a picture-book.
He pulls such lovely faces all the time
Like funny people in a pantomime.
Nothing ever grips me,
Though I've tried Life's every lure,
The Primrose Path is but a byway,
The Narrow one but a road.
The song and wine and fruits forbidden
May so remain for aught of me,
For I succumb to my longings
And soon forget . . .
My work, my wants, my thoughts
Are but harbingers of futility,
For nothing ever grips me . . .
Nothing save the one hope
Science hasn't killed
That when I die
We shall be pals again.
Hearing his son and daughter
Laugh, and talk of dances, theaters,
Of their school, and friends,
Taking it all for granted,
He sighs a bit,
A certain mill-town
And his boyhood there,
And puts his arm
Across his son's broad shoulder,
Dumbly, as fathers do.
"By profession I am a soldier and take pride in that fact.
But I am prouder -- infinitely prouder -- to be a father.
A soldier destroys in order to build;
the father only builds, never destroys."
"Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him." Author Unknown, from My Father
"To support mother and father, to cherish wife and child and to have a simple livelihood; this is the good luck." Buddha
YOUNG AND OLD
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away ;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown ;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down ;
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among;
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.
"To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter." Euripides
"Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad." Proverb
"My father taught me that one of the most important abilities in life is to be able to take the pain and persevere, and for years this lesson had served me well."
"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it."
Clarence Budington Kelland
"It is a wise father that knows his own child."
"One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters."
"It is much easier to become a father than to be one."
You know your dad as a big, big, man ;
A marvelous being that's most like God
A being built on a splendid plan ;
Who holds the world at his beck and nod.
The happiest dream you ever dream
Is to be like him when you've older grown.
And you love to swagger and strut, and seem
To wield his power as though your own.
I know your dad as a big, big, boy
A lovable fellow who clearly knows
How shallow the gold 'neath his soul's alloy,
And who prays : "As my manikin older grows
May he be wiser than I have been
This lad of mine that I love so well !"
For he loves you, son, as he can't begin
In a million of lives like this, to tell
You know your dad, and I know him too.
He needs to be known as both of us know.
The worship that comes from the heart of you
Makes all that is best in him glow and grow
This knowledge of mine, as men know men,
That allows for failings we all deplore,
Will encourage him always to try again
That he may deserve your worship, more.
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.
'Honour thy father and thy mother' stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness."
"Fathers, like mothers, are not born. Men grow into fathers - and fathering is a very important stage in their development." -- David M. Gottesman
"Small boy's definition of Father's Day:
It's just like Mother's Day only you don't spend so much." -- Unknown
Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.
Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
I cannot think that you have gone away, You loved the earth and life lit up your eyes,
Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree
There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Fathers day Twitter/Facebook messages, SMS test messages
The greatest gift, I ever had, Came from God; I call him Dad!
A DAUGHTER'S LOVE
A happy father thou, when sturdy sons
In mellowing age a golden youth renew,
In them thy name through generations runs,
By them achieved, thy early dreams come true.
But happier he whose daughters round him twine
Their loving arms in his declining years,
And if he smile, their eyes with gladness shine,
Or if he grieve, their cheeks are wet with tears.
For deeper tenderness hath woman's heart
For him she loves than son for sire can feel ;
His waning hours she cheers with simple art
And o'er his couch a fragrant breath doth steal
From gentle lips whence no reproaches come,
And a fond breast where thought of self is dumb.
WILLIAM DUDLEY FOULKE
A Smile costs nothing, but gives much.
It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give.
It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.
None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so poor, but that he can be made rich by it.
A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business, and is the countersign of friendship.
It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and it is nature’s best antidote for trouble.
Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone, until it is given away.
A smile is a language that even a baby understands.
Some people are too tired to give you a smile;
Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.
A smile costs nothing, but gives much- It takes but a moment, but the memory of it usually lasts forever. None are so rich that can get along without it- And none are so poor but that can be made rich by it.
It enriches those who receive, without making poor those who give- It creates sunshine in the home, Fosters good will in business, And is the best antidote for trouble- And yet it cannot be begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is of no value Unless it is given away.
"When one has not had a good father, one must create one." Friedrich Nietzsche
"My father once said, 'If the whole world wants to go left and you feel like going right, go right. You don't have to follow. You don't have to make a big deal about which way you're going. Just go. It's very easy'." Yanni
"I was fourteen when my father died. I missed everything about him. He taught us that we shouldn't be people of success; we should be people of values, because that was the only thing that endured." Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
"Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!" Lydia M. Child
"There are fathers who do not love their children, but there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson."
"My dad has always taught me these words: care and share. That's why we put on clinics. The only thing I can do is try to give back." Tiger Woods
"It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was." Anne Sexton
"Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance." Ruth E. Renkel
"You know, fathers just have a way of putting everything together." Erika Cosby
"It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father." Pope John XXIII
"A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty." Author Unknown
"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years." Mark Twain
"My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me." Jim Valvano
"Fatherhood is pretending the present you love the most is soap-on-a-rope." Bill Cosby
"It is a wise father that know his own child."
"A father is a banker provided by nature."