Looking for some Father’s Day poetry?

Here is a Father’s Day poem by Kirk Synyard, a poet who won our poetry contest back in 2017.  

A FATHER IS BORN

Tears run down my cheeks

I looked up and I gazed

Through blurry little eyes

I was instantly amazed

A scruff manly chin

And a smile of pure joy

I think he’s my father

He’s happy; a boy

He held me so close

Kept me safe and so warm

My protector and influence

From the day I was born

He teaches and is taught

On how to be a dad

I can ride a bike now

He yells, “Hey not too bad”

Dad works on his car

He’s always a mess

I pass him his tools

He says I’m the best

Some nights I can’t sleep

Dad; he’s always up

I cuddle into him

Like a cute little pup

The years they will pass

Summers; winters will fade

I keep growing older

Lots of memories we’ve made

I did it!  I’m great!

I finished high school

Time to hit college

I’ll be leaving home soon

September it comes

The days turn to nights

We sit on the porch

We’ve always been tight

You’re my best friend son

Always trying my best

There was no book to read

Learned from trials and tests

My dad smiles and knows

The time it has come

Tears run down his cheeks

Good Luck to you son

I’m all grown up now

Working steady and hard

A wife and new house

And a dog in the yard

Good news we are blessed

He’s a cute little lad

He looks up at me

My turn to be dad