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Only A Dad


By Edgar Albert Guest

Only a dad, with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame,
To show how well he has played the game,
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come, and to hear his voice.

Only a dad, with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more.
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad, but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.



By Rich Reith

When he first cradled her in his arms,
he began to comprehend

As he watched her grow
from tomboy to young lady,
he began to fathom
the heart of a woman.

As he held her in his arms
and dried her tears,
he began to understand
his own strength.

As he watched her grow
his heart slowly learned
a father’s pride.

As he left her off at college,
her start on the road to independence,
he began to understand

And after it all
he finally understood
the meaning of “Daddy.”

Little Pieces of Innocence

Little Pieces of Innocence
(0n watching my children sleep) 

By Richard Netherland Cook 

Sweet sleep, little pieces of innocence, 
While dreams so serenely fair, 
Fill their heads with joyous thoughts, 
How gladly do I stand and stare, 
Upon the gifts that love has brought.

No darkness spreads her sorrow here, 
Sleep on dear children, rest, but know, 
Your father watches with such delight, 
This moment of truth, and with heart aglow, 
And filled with love this night.

Those little pieces of innocence, 
So serene, so full of grace, 
Sweetest gifts that Heaven imparts, 
Fondly shall I long embrace, 
The innocence in their hearts.

Those little pieces of innocence, 
Their youthful years so few, 
Enjoy now as you grow, 
Joys of innocence, pure and true, 
That only children ever know.

The hour is fleeting, and morn is nigh, 
Innocence so filled with truth, 
Awake! enjoy your childhood years, 
Before time sweeps away your youth, 
And innocence disappears.

Never, never can I lose them, 
No time or distance shall stake a claim, 
Though sadness may overcome me, 
My heart will stay the same, 
And those little pieces of innocence will forever be.