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.

[Draven]

This a beautiful poem. I really lioked it. And this is your daughter? How cute!!! I have always dreamed about having a little girl one day.

[lee von cleef]

My dads really never left, he is every where in my thoughts, and your poem reminds me again of life life and its gift of Tate.

(and tater tots)

[intuitivesoul]

This epic, children do turn the lights on in a dark world. Seeing them do care free and simply pleased is blissful.

[CecilA]

Tate,

You have a professional way of simply saying "Children are a gift of love." The whole world needs a refresher course in the "Daddy's Home." Too many children suffer today; are unloved and unwanted. One is too many. Thank you for this poem of childhood endearment.

I particularly love this line: " And in that place that I called home the flicker of love would remain." PROFOUND

Thank you for sharing this insightful poem.

[Morrigan Nicole]

Wow. Very sweet poem. Love the last line

[Epipsychologist]

It's such a great feeling to aspire, and such misery to relinquish aspirations. Good write Tate.

[nick mccoy]

Truly beautiful. Thank you for the chance to read this Tate.

[Baby Ricochet]

Almost enough to make me want to have kids

[Carolann Dowsett]

This is so beautiful, what meaning does life really have without our children. They are such a joy and keep us moving forward. Beautiful write.

[Priscilla Sayers]

IisYou never fail to amaze me! Read this to my honeyl who heard those same words tonight and I do believe he felt that warmth and love all over again. I love this, he loved it! You rock!;)