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A Poem For Dads

� Cam Cardow Right around the time I turned three, his deep voice entered my memory. I needed to hear I was good enough, that my awkward years would make a diamond from the rough. I always was the apple of his eye that beheld my every mistake and turned it into pride. He gave me gifts of wisdom way beyond my years, he showed me there could be love even through the tears. A devoted champion he comes in many forms: mechanic, carpenter, handyman, a witness when I was born. Sports fanatic, tutor, a great big hugger, artist, war hero, news anchor, scholar, medicine man, dream weaver, and music lover. Some are by blood, some linked by hearts, it matters not how fathers get the part. If Heaven’s gates await then that’s where I’ll be, once again coming home to where my dad waits for me. Cite this… (new...

A Dad’s Poem (for those no longer with us)

  A Dad’s Poem Remembering those no longer with us. Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn’t there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.   And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.   There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.   At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, a man who wasn’t there. “Where’s her daddy at?” she heard a boy call out. “She probably doesn’t have one,” another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, “Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.”   The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly...

 


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