Fathering Poetry
Father-Daughter Poems
Father-Son Poems
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Daddy Poem: For My Daughter
And even when you most annoy, I can't help smiling at your nerve; As if the impudence you serve Adds tartness to my dish of joy |
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Daddy Poem: Frozen Moments
Father-child poetry, by Tom Krause. You were so excited. Then you got quiet and said, I love you Daddy. |
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Father-son poem: A Separation
A warm embrace, Perhaps more than one. A touch, A touch to say I am O.K. A look, A look to say, Maybe, Just maybe, I am the son, The son he always wanted. |
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Father Poem: A Child's Hug
If a child is Heaven sent, then we are not giving but receiving. It is a child's hug that permeates our soul and thus we are graced. |
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Daddy Poem: The Price of Love
Money's not the price of love, It can't give me your heart, To bring me your affection it is, Worthless from the start. |
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For Justin - Father-Son Poem
This poem is about the day my son was born. I was feeding him in my arms while we rocked in our rocking chair. It reflects the hopes and fears I had as father of this new person I was holding. |
Daddy Poem
Daddy-daughter poem by Barry Koplen. her smile was a big one, when her eyes looked at me, but they wanted to close, they were ready for sleep. |
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When Willie Wet the Bed
Closely he cuddled up to me, And put his hand in mine, Till all at once I seemed to be, Afloat in seas of brine. |
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Papa Poem: Pop Your Poppa
A practical poem for dealing with hitting behavior in young children. Don't you pop your Papa, Poppin' Papa isn't proppa... |
Father-Son Poem: Rage
that spark of me that beats in his heart. hear it pound, too, in mine, my son. it started as a whisper in your mother's ear. |
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Daddy's Baby Diaper Poem: The First Month
Dress up look big eyes ththwarth poop pee kick scream and cry, Undress re-diaper wet jet change again he's dry, Cry rock pat bundle cradle cuddle pacify, Sing nursery rhyme nope try another lullaby. |
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New-Father Poem: Our Baby Is A Boy
The picture of fatherhood. The photo made it clear that we would have a son. I could picture him already as a little boy. Fathering poetry, by A.A.Talbert |
Daddy-Daughter Poem: Returned
come, my child, spill and create. there had been, before your return, a mopless kitchen, empty without your colors all but lost to memory's fade. |
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Father-Son Poem: Nightly Ritual
Drifting off to sleep You held my neck so very tightly Nestled on my shoulder I tilted your head just so slightly Never have I known A moment so tender and so sweet |
Poem: Chairs
She rises imperiously, points majestically, and spits counterfeit at the piece. She swears at it as an inquistioner might who directs the purifying flames of the righteous. |
Poem: Who's Your Daddy?
My Daddy digs ditches in the Last Stop Cemetery. He comes home after work and helps me not to be contrary. |
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