My Dad
If there was an adventurer who agreed to enlist
in search of the awesomest father to ever exist,
He’d have to hunt every record throughout every land,
from the countries with mountains to those filled with sand.
When he was all finished, he’d return empty handed,
though I would not be surprised because that’s just how I planned it.
I already knew my father was the best.
I was only putting the world to the test.
Other dads are tiny trikes.
My Daddy is a car.
Other dads are ukuleles.
My Dad is a guitar.
Other dads are just a sprint.
My Daddy is the race.
Other dads are only hairline.
My Dad is the face.
My Daddy is a rock star. He’s a regular rambling ranger;
a stupendous super hero, dismissing every drop of danger.
He taught me how to read and then he taught me how to write.
I follow his example. That’s why I am polite.
He’s fantastic and he’s fun. He’s firm but always fair.
I’ve hung with other dads, of course, but they couldn’t compare.
Sometimes we go out fishing. Sometimes we toss a ball.
My daddy tries to make the time for us to do it all.
Other dads are cute koalas.
My Dad is a Bear.
Other dads are invitations.
My Daddy is a dare.
Other dads are only branches.
My Dad is the trunk.
Other dads are ally oops.
My Daddy’s a slam dunk.
My Dad’s a Sunday breakfast filled with each and every fixing,
spread across the table with all the flavors mixing.
Pancakes next to muffins, bananas butting berries,
bacon next to sausage, across from all the cherries.
Hot chocolate flatters waffles, eggs improve with cheese,
all alongside orange juice – that of course has just been squeezed.
Other dads are only eyes.
My Dad’s a set of shades.
Other dads are two of hearts.
My Dad’s the Ace of Spades.
Other dads have shaky knees.
My Dad is always brave.
Other dads are mushy surf.
My Dad’s the perfect wave.
My Daddy is the greatest and to this I can attest.
Other dads, I’m sure are awesome. Mine is still the best.
While other dads are slapping fives, my Daddy tosses ten.
He tells me that he loves me. Then he tells me so again.
If you still don’t believe me, and think your dad’s the chief,
then I’ll just sit right here and shake my head in disbelief.
About Sean Platt
I can’t write anything else except the word “beautiful.” :)
I can’t write anything else except the word “beautiful.” :)
This is a well written poem. Great Job!
This is a well written poem. Great Job!
OH, this is just fantastic. No words necessary to describe this. The poem does speak for itself.
OH, this is just fantastic. No words necessary to describe this. The poem does speak for itself.
Awesome.
Awesome.
Bud: Thanks Bud, that’s more than enough!
Word Seeker: Thanks!
Tammy: Thanks Tammy, I like it when my words have big mouths. : > )
Rugby Mom: Thanks RM! Awesome is good.
Bud: Thanks Bud, that’s more than enough!
Word Seeker: Thanks!
Tammy: Thanks Tammy, I like it when my words have big mouths. : > )
Rugby Mom: Thanks RM! Awesome is good.
Beautiful poem! I’m so glad that I found you through MizFit’s site- you certainly have a flare for writing.
Beautiful poem! I’m so glad that I found you through MizFit’s site- you certainly have a flare for writing.
I really enjoyed this – despite it being a big, fat lie. My dad’s bigger than your dad!
Loved this bit and wouldn’t be at all surprised to hear a version of it from Max or Mia in a few years’ time, maybe with a ‘they/their’ instead of a ‘he/his’:
I really enjoyed this – despite it being a big, fat lie. My dad’s bigger than your dad!
Loved this bit and wouldn’t be at all surprised to hear a version of it from Max or Mia in a few years’ time, maybe with a ‘they/their’ instead of a ‘he/his’:
It’s a lot of name calling, but it sounds like your Dad is your first and foremost hero and that’s great to see. Aside from hope, everybody needs a hero and I think you made your Dad proud with your gift of admiration.
It’s a lot of name calling, but it sounds like your Dad is your first and foremost hero and that’s great to see. Aside from hope, everybody needs a hero and I think you made your Dad proud with your gift of admiration.
This is beautiful, Sean.
Happy Father’s Day. :)
This is beautiful, Sean.
Happy Father’s Day. :)
Of all the things a Dad can be, you’ve highlighted the awe from a childs point of view.
Big smiles here.
Of all the things a Dad can be, you’ve highlighted the awe from a childs point of view.
Big smiles here.
Thank you for sharing this with us – very clever and loud mouthed words!
Thank you for sharing this with us – very clever and loud mouthed words!
My Daddy’s a Pontiac,
’cause he snores when he’s in the sack.
My Daddy’s a Pontiac,
’cause he snores when he’s in the sack.
Sagan: Thank you Sagan. I’m thrilled to have you! Thanks for your presence over at the Inkwell as well.
Janice: How big is your dad? Mine’s 6’2, though honestly this isn’t specifically about my father. It’s just a schoolyard chant for Father’s Day that I thought would be sweet to run.
J.D. It does have kind of a neener neener neener vibe to it, but I think kids can relate to the verbal raspberries and bragadocio.
Vered: Thank you, Vered. And thank you for the Inkwell link as well. You are wonderful.
Trina: Thanks, Trina. I have big grins to match.
Patricia: My pleasure. I’ve gone from being embarrassed of my poetry to proud. Thank YOU for enjoying it.
Jake: LOL!
Sagan: Thank you Sagan. I’m thrilled to have you! Thanks for your presence over at the Inkwell as well.
Janice: How big is your dad? Mine’s 6’2, though honestly this isn’t specifically about my father. It’s just a schoolyard chant for Father’s Day that I thought would be sweet to run.
J.D. It does have kind of a neener neener neener vibe to it, but I think kids can relate to the verbal raspberries and bragadocio.
Vered: Thank you, Vered. And thank you for the Inkwell link as well. You are wonderful.
Trina: Thanks, Trina. I have big grins to match.
Patricia: My pleasure. I’ve gone from being embarrassed of my poetry to proud. Thank YOU for enjoying it.
Jake: LOL!
I hadn`t read such a cool poem in a long time, this is my favorite part, it sounds so cute:
He tells me that he loves me. Then he tells me so again.
If you still don’t believe me, and think your dad’s the chief,
then I’ll just sit right here and shake my head in disbelief.
I hadn`t read such a cool poem in a long time, this is my favorite part, it sounds so cute:
He tells me that he loves me. Then he tells me so again.
If you still don’t believe me, and think your dad’s the chief,
then I’ll just sit right here and shake my head in disbelief.
Sean, this was simply beautiful. You have a real talent and I’m glad you are sharing it.
Sean, this was simply beautiful. You have a real talent and I’m glad you are sharing it.
Great poem! Happy Father’s Day!!
Great poem! Happy Father’s Day!!
Rosa: Thanks, Rosa! I think the poem is cool too, in a school yard chant sort of way.
Stephen: It’s my absolute pleasure, Stephen. I thank you for being a part of it.
The Stiletto Mom: Thanks squared! : > )
Rosa: Thanks, Rosa! I think the poem is cool too, in a school yard chant sort of way.
Stephen: It’s my absolute pleasure, Stephen. I thank you for being a part of it.
The Stiletto Mom: Thanks squared! : > )
Hi Sean,
Great work with the poem, it works extremely well. We can all do better and something like this can be used as a way to keep us working towards the goal of raising great adults – of course starting when they are children! :-)
Hi Sean,
Great work with the poem, it works extremely well. We can all do better and something like this can be used as a way to keep us working towards the goal of raising great adults – of course starting when they are children! :-)
Fantastic poem! I wish I had written it.
Fantastic poem! I wish I had written it.
Awesome poem. Very Shel Silversteinish. Sounds like you have a great dad, Sean.
Awesome poem. Very Shel Silversteinish. Sounds like you have a great dad, Sean.
beautiful poem.
can feel the emotion you’re trying to convey as i read it.
respect
alex – unleash reality
beautiful poem.
can feel the emotion you’re trying to convey as i read it.
respect
alex – unleash reality