A Father's Day Poem for My Father

My father is quite a simple man. He is easy to please and delights in every little favor bestowed upon him. He is a very artistic man; and can play a few musical instruments without much effort nor formal training. Being able to play the guitar, the organ or the flute is among his greatest passions. He is also a good artist, and had used his talent in providing for our basic needs.

I have already published a poem for my mother before. Now it's time to honor my father with a poem especially dedicated to him. As Father's Day nears, I would like him to read this; and I pray that this poem will also inspire others to honor their fathers.

My father’s love is selfless;

over the years he toiled and labored

to provide for our basic needs.

With his talent and his brush,

he painted and sketched his way

through life’s ups and downs

to raise his seven children.

My father’s love

is like a sparkling waterfall

that cascades in heightening crescendo;

as through the years he pours it on us

so freely and lavishly -

with no restriction, no condition

and no reservation.

My father’s love –

like a strong anchor –

has ever held us all secure;

confident in the power of love

united in spirit and in thought

regardless of where we are now

and of what we have become.

My father’s love

is like a golden sunrise –

that breaks through gloomy nights

of hardships and poverty

and shines through misty skies

of despair and hopelessness

urging us to believe, and inspiring us to hope.

My father, turning 76 this year,

has indeed gone through a lot.

His face, lined with the wisdom of age,

glows with pride and joy

whenever we come to visit them.

And those artist’s hands - now shaky and weak -

are still adept at playing the guitar,

the flute, and the keyboard.

My father may not be rich,

but he has given us the two greatest gifts

a father could ever give to his children –

selfless love and genuine affection -

boundless, unconditional, priceless.

And for those gifts, I give

my heartfelt and eternal gratitude

to my dear father

for without him by my side

and his godly wisdom to guide,

I may not become what I am now;

and I may not have accomplished

everything that I did.