Dad Poems
“He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.”
~Clarence Budington Kelland
Here’s a happiest birthday to my father, my Pop. Let’s all celebrate, starting here at the top.
For twenty-eight years his flower boutique, has filled aisles with flowers, each single week.
When I was first sprouting some hair on my face, my father inquired if I’d share in the space.
So I did, then came up, amid all those stems, and maybe a billion, blossoming gems.
One dozen years, shared near every dawn. Two cups of coffee, for Dad and for Sean.
Wonder years for sure, me growing up, leaving a dog when I started a pup.
My father is as tender as an old teddy bear. He’s hard to describe, so let me compare.
You know in that western when Wayne’s had enough, and he swaggers all sturdy, tenacious, and tough?
He says what needs saying, then sets off a cure, for disease that leaves loved ones feeling unsure.
My dad lays it down like a Clint or McQueen, scored by Leone and soaked in caffeine.
Shot like a classic, as wide as it gets, cooler than Luke, without cigarettes.
Just like those heroes, he’s blazing inside, with a taciturn tender he’s trying to hide.
Most never know it, but some of us see. I happen to know, parts are inside of me.
I value your time, so I won’t keep you long, but a couple more things since I’m singing this song.
I’m gonna reach in my soul, pull a bit of it out, rinse it with words, then write it all out.
Here are three things that make me a good dad, learned from my Pop that I’m glad that he had.
He started me early at stoking my smarts, by finding a school that was off of the charts.
He always made sure that our family felt shielded with an intrepid and unafraid walk that he wielded.
He taught me hard work; how to rise before light; trade a satisfied day for a satisfied night.
Happy birthday Pop, you’ve another year earned. Thanks for all that you gave me, and all that I learned.
Being eleventy is awesome, at least so I hear. Here’s to this next one becoming your preeminent year.
Writer Dad
Dad poems are a lot fun. I’m a ghostwriter for hire, I’d be happy to write a poem or custom letter for you.
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