My dad

When I was just a tiny kid, 

Do you remember when, 

The time you kissed my bruises, 

Or cleaned by soiled chin? 

You scrambled for the balls I hit, 

(Short-winded more than not,) 

Yet, every time we'd play a game, 

You praised the "outs" I caught. 

It seems like only yesterday, 

You wiped away my tears, 

And late at night I called your name, 

To chase away my fears. 

Though time has changed your handsome grip, 

Your hair is snowy white, 

You gait's a little slower now, 

Thick glasses help your sight. 

Oh, do I thirst for years gone by, 

To be that growing lad, 

Re-living all of the memories, 

Of growing with my dad. 

Author Unknown

Grandfathers

Grandfathers are fathers who are grand, 

Restoring the sense that our most precious things

Are those that do not change much over time. 

No love of childhood is more sublime, 

Demanding little, giving on demand, 

Far more inclined than most to grant the wings 

Allowing us to reach enchanted lands. 

Though grandfathers must serve as second fathers, 

Helping out with young and restless hearts, 

Each has all the patience wisdom brings, 

Remembering our passions more than others, 

Soothing us with old and well-honed arts. 

Author Unknown

Fathers Day

Over the years

As we grow old, 

We remember our father

So brave and bold. 

In the garden, 

Leaning on the plow, 

He would listen to me; 

I see him now. 

He would give advice

And understand; 

He was always there

To lend a hand. 

God made fathers

Strong and firm, 

For he knew our lives

Would have great concerns. 

So he gave us fathers

To teach us to pray, 

And guide our lives, 

And show us the way. 

So on his day

Let's take the time

To say "Thanks, dad. 

I'm glad you're mine." 

Mary Frances Bogle

What makes a dad

God took the strength of a mountain, 

The majesty of a tree, 

The warmth of a summer sun, 

The calm of a quiet sea, 

The generous soul of nature, 

The comforting arm of night, 

The wisdom of the ages, 

The power of the eagle's flight, 

The joy of a morning in spring, 

The faith of a mustard seed, 

The patience of eternity, 

The depth of a family need, 

Then God combined these qualities, 

When there was nothing more to add, 

He knew His masterpiece was complete, 

And so, He called it ... Dad

Author Unknown

Little Girl

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, “Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.” The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.” “What’s the difference?” asked the puzzled father.

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl. “If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”

Happy Christmas Mum and Dad

Happy Christmas

Mum and Dad

My father

My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.

My father gave me

My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.

The Fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said "you have done well my son but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger they leave a

scar just like this one."

Moral 

You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. Make sure you control your temper the next time you are tempted to say something that you will regret later.