Daddy's Home

My daughter Aris and I

When I was young and dreams abound

no limit to virility

My hopes and dreams had left a sound

of silent, calm, nobility

Nature had blessed my heart with love

so that light would live in my brain

And in that place that I called home

the flicker of love would remain

 

My days were pained with great laments

work and bills had beaten me down

I wondered why God let this be

the truth of life in my small town

 

I asked that question of my God

"send me a sign, that I might see"

As little feet echoed the street

cries of "Daddy's Home!" answered me

 

Tatertot and I

                                    

Author's Note

When we are young our own hopes and dreams are the only thing on our minds. Then comes the day when you realize how short and how sweet life truly is. When your child looks at you as a man and smiles with that innocent cried unwavering admiration for what you take for granted. The ability to put a roof over their heads and a song in their heart. I was thinking of my little friend Drake Cooper today. He use to run down the hall screaming "Tates here"!.Then jump in my arms. It reminded me of my own boy when he was that little. And so endeared him to my heart.

For all the fathers whose unsung dreams were just to be a part of their childs life.
Tate

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Such an emotional write, Tate, I almost teared up - (but don't tell anyone!). Those last two lines really hit home. It's been a long time since my children were that small and dependent on me, but those memories never fade. The best times of our lives.

[Lily Mae]

Lovely Tate...xo

[Michael G.]

Thank you, Tate, for this wonderful write. It captures the moment well. Many nights I got home just as my daughter was going to bed. She sleepily kissed me good night with an "I love you." That made the day complete.
You reminded me of a very cherished moment. Thank you, again.

[David Scott]

Tate, you have captured the feeling so many of us have lived I'm sure. Those little hearts show us the why of life and they often are the voice of God to us.
A very fine poem!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The power of the love of our children well portrayed Tate!