*This poem was written six years ago and I thought I would share it again on this Father's Day.
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It's been on my mind,
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It's been on my mind,
And weighed on my heart
Til I've picked up a pen
And decided to start...
The subject is Fathers,
This thing on my mind,
To the value of Fathers
It seems we are blind.
To bring forth a child,
Two people are needed -
A man, and a woman,
This must be conceded.
Perhaps it's just me,
Or maybe it's true?
It seems that the Mothers
Get all the ado.
The sermons on Mothers
Seem heaped full of praise,
While Dads are admonished
To change in their ways.
Mom's work, we are told,
Just never gets done,
It's true - round the clock
She is seen on the run.
But come rain or shine,
Come heat, hail or snow,
Those bills must be paid,
As all Father's know!
So, off they will go
To work once again
It's not just for fun,
And it never will end.
I also have heard,
That Mother's famed spot
Cannot be replaced
By one who is not.
Now, that is a puzzle,
Cause on Mother's Day
The Dad's often cook,
And take Mom's spot away.
But come Father's Day
There's never an offer
Of - "I'll go to work
To fill up the coffer"!
The Mother's find flowers,
Fine roses and such.
(Well, give those to dad's
And it wouldn't mean much.)
But a big candy bar,
Or a note of respect
Might do the same thing
For a dad, I expect.
If you think my goal
Is to put Mother's down
Then I understand
Why I've caused you to frown.
But that's not my goal,
Not is it my aim,
I think that the Father's
Deserve just the same --
The same praise as Mother's,
The honor, respect,
Their God-given spot
We so often reject.
Please give it some thought,
And see if it's true.
Let's raise up our Father's -
Give them some ado!
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A very happy Father's Day to dads everywhere but particularly to
the Father of these ones......
You have a very special and important spot to fill!!
This thing on my mind,
To the value of Fathers
It seems we are blind.
To bring forth a child,
Two people are needed -
A man, and a woman,
This must be conceded.
Perhaps it's just me,
Or maybe it's true?
It seems that the Mothers
Get all the ado.
The sermons on Mothers
Seem heaped full of praise,
While Dads are admonished
To change in their ways.
Mom's work, we are told,
Just never gets done,
It's true - round the clock
She is seen on the run.
But come rain or shine,
Come heat, hail or snow,
Those bills must be paid,
As all Father's know!
So, off they will go
To work once again
It's not just for fun,
And it never will end.
I also have heard,
That Mother's famed spot
Cannot be replaced
By one who is not.
Now, that is a puzzle,
Cause on Mother's Day
The Dad's often cook,
And take Mom's spot away.
But come Father's Day
There's never an offer
Of - "I'll go to work
To fill up the coffer"!
The Mother's find flowers,
Fine roses and such.
(Well, give those to dad's
And it wouldn't mean much.)
But a big candy bar,
Or a note of respect
Might do the same thing
For a dad, I expect.
If you think my goal
Is to put Mother's down
Then I understand
Why I've caused you to frown.
But that's not my goal,
Not is it my aim,
I think that the Father's
Deserve just the same --
The same praise as Mother's,
The honor, respect,
Their God-given spot
We so often reject.
Please give it some thought,
And see if it's true.
Let's raise up our Father's -
Give them some ado!
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A very happy Father's Day to dads everywhere but particularly to
the Father of these ones......
You have a very special and important spot to fill!!
1 comment:
The children in our (Zimmerman) home are blessed indeed!!
Once again, a well -written poem.😊
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