What Makes A Dad

        God took the strength of a mountain,
        The majesty of a tree,
        The warmth of a summer sun,
        The calm of a quiet sea,
        The generous soul of nature,
        The comforting arm of night,
        The wisdom of the ages,
        The power of the eagle's flight,
        The joy of a morning in spring,
        The faith of a mustard seed,
        The patience of eternity,
        The depth of a family need,
        Then God combined these qualities,
        When there was nothing more to add,
        He knew His masterpiece was complete,
        And so, He called it ... Dad
        Author is unknown

        Lessons My Father Taught Me

        I watched you today, as you watched
        your grandchildren, my children- and wondered
        how you endured the pain, fear, joy and elation
        that transforms us into parents.
        I remembered the patience, the laughter, the tears.
        Do I have the strength to endure it all?

        It is with great anticipation that I take these
        baby steps as guardian, guide and parent, filled with
        a fear of flying and failing- hoping that I might find
        as you have- the child within myself, the magic of youth.
        To encourage the spirit and to nurture the imagination
        as well as the soul.

        I will move slowly, delicately, yet boldly-
        armed with the wisdom of your life, your love,
        with full awareness of my shortcomings, yet pride
        in my strength, thankful that it was you
        that brought me to this place, this time, this love.
        I watched you today as you watched your grandchildren.
        by Monique Wright-Hanna

        My Father

        W hen I was:
        Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
        Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
        Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
        Eight years old: My dad doesn't know exactly everything.
        Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
        Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that.
        He is too old to remember his childhood.
        Fourteen years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.
        Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date.
        Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should,
        because he has been around so long.
        Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks.
        After all, he's had a lot of experience.
        Thirty-five years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.
        Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.
        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

        Bringing Up Father

        When I was a boy of 14,
        my father was so ignorant
        I could hardly stand to have
        the old man around.

        But when I got to be 21,
        I was astonished at how much
        the old man had learned in seven years.
        By Mark Twain

        FATHERS 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 or the scrimmage"...

        And perhaps that is the reason
        We sometimes get the notion,
        That Fathers are not subject
        To the thing 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 accolade of praise,

        For the only reason Cad 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.
        by Helen Steiner Rice



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