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Happy fathers day 2017 poems to make your father happy

Hi friends, fathers are the true hero's of our lives ,they give us what ever we want in our lives and help us learn how to live our life with true happiness spirit throughout the life ,inspite of having wanderings of dark shadow in our lives some times.
Happy fathers day 2017 poems


so come on lets celebrate fathers day on 18 june 2017 with some of the best poems dedicated to your fathers in the pursuit of his unwilling love for u which be showered along heaving blessing throughout his lifetime on u .


so go ahead read the poems ,and write them on greeting cards,your fathers facebook profile and were you want to make your father happy this fathers day on 18 june 2017

F.A.T.H.E.R.S.

"F"aithful. 
"A" lways there. 
"T" rustworthy. 
"H" onoring. 
"E" ver-loving. 
"R" ighteous. 
"S" upportive. 
Author Unknown


Daddy, I Love You 
Daddy, I love you
For all that you do. 
I'll kiss you and hug you
'Cause you love me, too. 

You feed me and need me
To teach you to play, 
So smile 'cause I love you
On this Father's Day. 
Author Unknown 


Fathers Bliss

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 bes.
Thats none other than our own father
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Dad and I
My dad and I-we think alike, 
He knows just what I mean
Before I even say a word
He reads, well, in between. 

My dad and I-we like to fish
Or build a model plane, 

Or fix a broken chair or two
Or just a windowpane. 

My dad and I-we know the score
Of every single game; 
Sometimes he's really busy, too
But he takes me just the same. 

My dad and I-we go swimming too, 
Each year and sometimes twice. 
My dad and I-we do everything; 
My dad-he's really nice. 
Phyllis C. Michael


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


Happy fathers day daddy :):):)



~~Author Unknown.~~


Father's Day
Over the years
As we grow old, 
We remember our father
So brave and bold. 

In the garden, 
Leaning on the plow, 
He would listen to me; 
I see him now. 

He would give advice
And understand; 
He was always there
To lend a hand. 

God made fathers
Strong and firm, 
For he knew our lives
Would have great concerns. 

So he gave us fathers
To teach us to pray, 
And guide our lives, 
And show us the way. 

So on his day
Let's take the time
To say "Thanks, dad. 
I'm glad you're mine." 
Mary Frances Bogle


A Little Girl Needs Daddy 
A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things: 
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings! 
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night. 

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart. 

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air, 
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there. 
Author Unknown



Daddy, I Love You 

Daddy, I love you
For all that you do. 
I'll kiss you and hug you
'Cause you love me, too. 

You feed me and need me
To teach you to play, 
So smile 'cause I love you
On this Father's Day. 
Author Unknown 


Fathers Can Be Solitary Mountains 
Fathers can be solitary mountains, 
All their love rock-like, steep, and strong. 
Though warm and caring, somehow they belong
Halfway home to mothers' bubbling fountains. 
Each of us needs love that knows no quarter, 
Reminding us of bonds that cross a border, 
Strengthening our sense of right and wrong. 
Author Unknown



Fathers Need Not Fathers Be

 Fathers need not fathers be. 
All one needs to do is choose
To love for life, and that embrace, 
Held long and hard, bestows the grace
Each craves. For all in time must lose, 
Restored alone by memory. 
So now it is with you and me. 
Author Unknown

Grandfathers Are Fathers Who Are Grand 
Grandfathers are fathers who are grand, 
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time. 
No love of childhood is more sublime, 
Demanding little, giving on demand, 
Far more inclined than most to grant the wings 
Allowing us to reach enchanted lands. 
Though grandfathers must serve as second fathers, 
Helping out with young and restless hearts, 
Each has all the patience wisdom brings, 
Remembering our passions more than others, 
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts. 
Author Unknown


To My Dad on His Day 

To my dad on his day, 
Of whom I am a living will: 
May your happiness fulfill
Your goodness, as is just and right. 
Deeds are seeds upon the night
As wind and wonder have their way, 
Delivering the destined light. 
Author Unknown


My Dad's Hands
Bedtime came, we were settling down, 
I was holding one of my lads. 
As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight: 
My hands. . .they looked like my dad's! 
I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks, 
there was always a cracked nail or two. 
And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark, 
his thumb was a beautiful blue! 
They were rough, I remember, incredibly tough, 
as strong as a carpenter's vice. 
But holding a scared little boy at night, 
they seemed to me awfully nice! 
The sight of those hands - how impressive it was 
in the eyes of his little boy. 
Other dads' hands were cleaner, it seemed 
(the effects of their office employ). 
I gave little thought in my formative years 
of the reason for Dad's raspy mitts: 
The love in the toil, the dirt and the oil, 
rusty plumbing that gave those hands fits! 
Thinking back, misty-eyed, and thinking ahead, 
when one day my time is done. 
The torch of love in my own wrinkled hands 
will pass on to the hands of my son. 
I don't mind the bruises, the scars here and there 
or the hammer that just seemed to slip. 
I want most of all when my son takes my hand, 
to feel that love lies in the grip. 
David Kettler



My Dad 

When I was just a tiny kid, 
Do you remember when, 
The time you kissed my bruises, 
Or cleaned by soiled chin? 

You scrambled for the balls I hit, 
(Short-winded more than not,) 
Yet, every time we'd play a game, 
You praised the "outs" I caught. 

It seems like only yesterday, 
You wiped away my tears, 
And late at night I called your name, 
To chase away my fears. 

Though time has changed your handsome grip, 
Your hair is snowy white, 
You gait's a little slower now, 
Thick glasses help your sight. 

Oh, do I thirst for years gone by, 
To be that growing lad, 
Re-living all of the memories, 
Of growing with my dad. 
Author Unknown


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 Dad 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. 
Helen Steiner Rice


Be Kind To Thy Father

Be kind to thy father, 
for when thou wert young, 
Who loved thee so fondly as he? 
He caught the first accents that
fell from thy tongue, 
And joined in thy innocent glee. 
Author Unknown



Butterfly Kisses
There's two things I know for sure. 
She was sent here from heaven, 
and she's daddy's little girl. 
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night, 
she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes. 
And I thank God for all of the joy in
my life, But most of all, for... 

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer. 
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair. 
"Walk beside the pony daddy, 
it's my first ride." 
"I know the cake looks funny, 
daddy, but I sure tried." 
Oh, with all that I've done wrong, 
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning, 
And butterfly kisses at night. 

Sweet sixteen today, 
She's looking like her momma
a little more everyday. 
One part woman, the other part girl. 
To perfume and makeup, 
form ribbons and curls. 
Trying her wings out
in a great big world. But I remember... 

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer. 
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair. 
"You know how much I love you daddy, 
But if you don't mind, 
I'm only going to kiss you on
the cheek this time." 
With all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right. 
To deserve her love every morning, 
And butterfly kisses at night. 

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by
Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly

She'll change her name today. 
She'll make a promise, 
and I'll give her away. 
Standing in the bride room
just staring at her, 
she asked me what I'm thinking, 
and I said "I'm not sure, 
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl." 
Then she leaned over....and gave me.... 

Butterfly kisses, with her mama there
Sticking little flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle, daddy, 
it's just about time." 
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, daddy?" 
"Daddy, don't cry." 
With all that I've done wrong, 
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning, 
And butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more, man, this is what love is
I know I've gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses... 

Bob Carlisle & Randy Thomas

Daddy's Girl
When you were young, pony-tailed, 
face full of playful freckles, 
were you a daddy's girl? 
I was. I still am. 
Did you look to him for your security, 
for love and attention, 
for the understanding, and the patience you lacked
as a child? 
My daddy was the center of my small world, 
the focus of my affections, 
the star that lit my life, shining bright. 
Shining still in my heart. 
The years have led me here, 
weathered with maturity and responsibilities, 
and I see more clearly now. 
The hardships, burdens of love, 
and all the small sacrifices he made for me, 
for our family. 
He created stability, a place to call home. 
All the photographs I browse through
of a child long forgotten, scarcely remembered
smiling, so happy and so loved. 
The mere thought of becoming that role model
is enough to send me cowering, afraid... 
looking for guidance. 
Turning to my father and my more for support, 
advice, wise counsel, and for approval. 
Grown up, I see differently now... 
A new perspective of a man I have always known. 
My heart is full, my emotions overpowering
just in the certainty of that bond. 
He's been there for me through all the conflicts
helping me over the rough, ragged stones of growing up. 
My respect for him is unending, 
faith is unbound, and love is unquestioning. 
Even in the midst of all my imperfections, he is lenient, 
ignoring the pitfalls, the downfalls, the shortcomings, 
he just accepted me as I was, as I am. 
The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struck
and it lifts me up, it holds my head a little higher, 
it keeps me in balance, 
harmonizing with the world around me
beautifully, like an inspired masterpiece from the soul
of an honest man. 
I am honored to know him, to love him, to be of him. 
He's my hero, and I am his daughter, his little girl. 


Parent's Murphy's Law
1. Parenting is a 24-hour-a-day job with no salary, no raises, no promotions and very few 
vacations. 
2. Parents are responsible for everything that happens to their children. 
3. Guilt and self-blame are occupational hazards. 
4. Parents don't get worker's compensation or any other fringe benefits. 
5. Parents can never retire -- even when their kids ask them to. 
6. Parents "don't get no respect" --until they die--and then it's too late. 
Bruce Lanksy


A Father Is: 

There in every memory
See his love and care
Strength and hands to count on
Freely he does share
Provider, toil so faithfully
To make our dreams come true
Give strong and tender discipline
Though it is hard to do
A Father is God's chosen one
To lead the family
And point it to His will for life
Of love and harmony... 
Sue Skeen

Happy Fathers Day
 Happy Fathers Day
Happy Fathers day means more 
than have a happy day 
It means i love you first of all 
Then thanks for all you do
It means you mean a lot to me
and that I honor you.
Jennifer 



Happy Fathers Day to All the Great Fathers of this Era:):):)


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