Esther Odendaal
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Poem "Father's Day":
- published June 24, 2010
- viewed 20 times
Other poems by Esther Odendaal:
»All About the Honey«
»Cautious Coals«
»Friendship and Roses«
»Game or Gamble«
»Made to Dance«
»Right Now - Right Here«
»Stargazing«
»The Leap«
»The Lightning«
»The Stillness«
»Tolerance is Tired«
»Wormsong«
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Poem "Father's Day":
- published June 24, 2010
- viewed 20 times
Other poems by Esther Odendaal:
»Father's Day«
Never mind the presents
The cards nobody bought
Are you the kind of father
Who acts the way he ought?
This special day is nothing
But time we set aside
To focus on the gifts
That fatherhood provides.
If you cannot smile
And sense the love you brought
Remember all the fun
The lessons you have taught.
Great holidays you planned
Such special times we shared
With everything you gave
We were convinced you cared.
Perhaps you don't remember
You showed us how you felt
Yet where we stand today
Your words show you won't melt.
No matter how we try
There's just no pleasing you
How is it you find fault
In everything we do?
We know that deep inside
A spark of love exists
But you won't let it show
It's meanness that persists.
One thing we know for sure
Is how much you have spent
Money your first love
And no one pays their rent.
So on this Father's Day
When you refuse to smile
Never mind the presents
The cards nobody bought
Are you the kind of father
Who acts the way he ought?
The cards nobody bought
Are you the kind of father
Who acts the way he ought?
This special day is nothing
But time we set aside
To focus on the gifts
That fatherhood provides.
If you cannot smile
And sense the love you brought
Remember all the fun
The lessons you have taught.
Great holidays you planned
Such special times we shared
With everything you gave
We were convinced you cared.
Perhaps you don't remember
You showed us how you felt
Yet where we stand today
Your words show you won't melt.
No matter how we try
There's just no pleasing you
How is it you find fault
In everything we do?
We know that deep inside
A spark of love exists
But you won't let it show
It's meanness that persists.
One thing we know for sure
Is how much you have spent
Money your first love
And no one pays their rent.
So on this Father's Day
When you refuse to smile
Never mind the presents
The cards nobody bought
Are you the kind of father
Who acts the way he ought?
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