Thanks For Being My Dad

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reflections on Fathers Day.

Thanks For Being My Dad


Time spent with my school work,

You taught me how to add,

Drawing figures and other things,

Thanks for being my Dad.

When I was bad,

You used your hand,

No words needed to be said,

That taught me to use my head.


Wearing your army jackets,

leaving medals on,

So careful not to tear,

Feeling so proud of what I wear.


Reflecting back as a young lad,

Your voice could raise the roof,

The volume taught us ,

Discipline is the truth.


We flew by plane,

Cruised by ship,

Traveled by car,

And vacationed in Maine.


Waking up at six, quiet as a mouse,

Driving over the Mystic River Bridge,

Watching the sun come up,

Then stopping at the Pancake House.


Heading off to hockey lands,

Still dark,

Wind blowing off the Charles,

And laced up skates with frost bitten hands.


Develop your mind and body,

Each will take care of the other,

You preached this well,

My sons now know this magical spell.


Use your own judgment,

Great way to teach,

You will figure it out,

And learn your own speech.


Now as a Dad,

I appreciate what we have,

And rejoice when we speak,

Cherrishing the phone time we keep.


As time passes, 

Along with many fads,

I want you to know,

Thanks for being my dad.







Submitted: June 20, 2021

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Rick Starbridge

I enjoyed this sentimental poem. I'm glad you're still writing.

Fri, July 2nd, 2021 6:56pm

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