Hannah's Father's Day Poem

I say it's her poem, but she actually copied it. Hannah loves to read poetry so I wasn't surprised that she found one on Fathers and wanted to share it with her Daddy for Father's Day. She found a typewriter in Justin's room that had been tucked away and exposed this weekend. She was curious as to how it worked. She quickly figured it out and said, "Mom, is it OK if I use this little machine to copy a poem for Dad?" I got so tickled at that. Have we come so far in technology that our children don't know what a typewriter is? Well, anyway, I thought that was cute. Here's the poem.

Fathers Are Wonderful People

Fathers are wonderful people

too little understood,

we do not sing their praises as often as we should.

For, somehow, father seems to be

the man who pays the bills,

while mother binds up little hurts,

and nurses all our ills.

And father struggles daily

to live up to his image.

As protector and provider,

and HERO of the scrimmage.

And perhaps that is the reason

we sometimes get the notion,

that fathers are not subject,

to the thing we call emotion.

But if you look inside Dad's heart,

where no one else can see,

you will find he's sentimental,

and as soft as he can be.

But he's so busy every day,

in the grueling race of life,

he leaves the sentimental stuff,

to his partner and his wife.

But fathers are just wonderful,

in a million different ways.

And like our Heavenly Father,

he's a guardian and guide,

someone we can count on

to be always by our side.