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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
Daddy Poem: Frozen Moments
Father-child poetry, by Tom Krause. You were so excited. Then you got quiet and said, I love you Daddy.
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.
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.
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.
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-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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.