(Some items about under “Mother” might be adjusted for use.)

Fathers set the pace for the family.

A father is someone who carries his pictures where his money used to be.

Blessed is the Man
For whom a good woman lives.
To whom his work is a pleasure.
By whom his friends are encouraged.
With whom all are comfortable.
In whom a clear conscinece abides and
Through whom his children see God.  —  William Arthur Ward

Building boys is better than mending men.

One of the major factors in the disintegration of the American Family is the”detached father.” A study of men reported in this article: men estimated that they spent 15-20 minutes per day with their children. A monitoring system installed recorded that the average father spent only 37.7 seconds per day with his preverbal children.  —  “Alienation in the American Family” in Scientific American, Aug. 1974


A father does not need anything of his child, and yet when his birthday comes round,…he is more charmed with the little one’s trifling gift than with the gold he earns.  —  Spurgeon

Let every father remember that one day his son may follow his example instead of his advice.

A recent survey by America’s most popular teen magazine revealed that only 4.1 percent of the teenage girls in America feel they could go to their father to talk about a serious problem.  —  Joe White

Fathers, do not nag your children.  If you are too hard to please, they may want to stop trying.  (Colossians 3:21 NCV)

We’ll miss you in the springtime,
The summer and the fall,
But now that it is Christmas
We miss you most of all.

Tis the season to be happy,
Yet it’s the season when we’re sad.
It’ll be hard to spend anothe Christmas
With you — our beloved Husband, Grndpa and Dad.


What Makes A Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it … “DAD!”
— Anonymous


Our Father Kept A Garden
Our Father kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.

He turned us to the sunshine,
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.

And when the winds and rain came,
He protected us enough;
But not too much because he knew
We would stand up strong and tough.

His constant good example,
Always taught us right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.

We are our Fathers garden,
We are his legacy.
Thank you Dad we love you.
— Anonymous


Only A Dad
Only a dad, with a tired face
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame,
To show how well he has played the game,
But great in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him coming, and to hear his voice.

Only a dad, with a family of four,
One of ten million men or more,
Plodding along in the daily str4ife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate
For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the searching crowd,
Toiling, striving, from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad, but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small
To do, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him,
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.
— Anonymous


Where Daddy Is
I’m glad I know where Daddy is
Since clay was lad in dust,
He took the Lord, so he is His,
That blessed name to trust.

The flesh lay down, so worn and tired,
And then the struggle ceased.
The blessed frame we loved expired
So the soul could be released.

The Spirit of him that raised up Christ
Shall make that frame anew.
In our redemption, greatly priced,
Is resurrection true.

That part of Dad that was so true
Was incorruptible seed,
And that same Spirit shall raise it new,
Supplying ev’ry need.

Blessed, faithful, hovering Spirit,
Ready for that time
Of trumpet sound will surely hear it
and give Dad life sublime.

How shall he be, this father mine?
We wonder how he shall be.
He’ll be like Jesus, Lord Divine,
For all eternity.

We shall know as we are known,
Not lacking beauty rare;
On each face will be stamped alone
The face of Jesus there.|
–Bill Harvey


Goodbye Dad, I had to say 
A few months ago on a cold winter day
I’ll remember the good times and try not to be sad
But saying goodbye still hurts so bad
I miss you more then I can express
My love for you will never grow less
I keep trying to imagine how I will go on
I realize tomorrow is another dawn
I know you’re in heaven above
Looking down on us with all your love
Only to whisper in our ear
Remember that I’ll never stopped loving you dear
I’ll always remember the good times we had
Remember the man, my wonderful Dad
I’ll remember you each and every day
And if I need to talk to you, I’ll just sit down and pray
One day we’ll be together again
To talk about all the places we been
Until the time I’ll always treasure
Having you for a Dad was such a great pleasure.
Debra Marie Stratton-VanBuskirk


Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?
Not how did he die, but how did he live? 
Not what did he gain, but what did he give? 
These are the units to measure the worth 
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth. 
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed? 
But had he befriended those really in need? 
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer, 
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear? 
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say, 
But how many were sorry when he passed away.


What I’d give if we could say
Hello Dad in the same old way,
To hear your voice, see your smile,
To sit with you and chat a while,
To tell you that we miss you so dear,
That it’s hard to believe that you’ve been
Gone for a year.


So you who have a father,
Cherish him with care
For you’ll never know the heartache,
Till you see his vacant chair.


You had a nature you could not help loving
And a heart that was purer than gold
And those who knew you and loved you,
Your memory with never grow cold.


Our father kept a garden 
A garden of the heart
He planted all good things
That gave our lives a start

He turned us to the sunshine
And encouraged us to dream
The seeds of what we’ll be

We are our father’s garden
We are his legacy.


We’ll always remember
that special smile,
that caring heart,
that warm embrace,
you always gave us.
You being there
for Mom and us
through good and bad times,
no matter what.
We’ll always remember
you Dad because
they’ll never be another one
to replace you in our hearts,
and the love we will always
have for you.


He is Gone
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and
turn your back,
Or you can do what he would want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
— David Harkins 1959


The love we have for Granddad
Will never fade away.
We’ll think of him, our special friend
Throughout each passing day.
We’ll walk into the room
And see his empty chair;
Although we know he’s resting,
We’ll feel his presence there.
The memories of his laughter,
His warm and loving smile,
His eyes so full of happiness,
His heart that of a child.
Memories are forever
Be they laughter or of tears,
Memories we will treasure
Through all the forthcoming years.
— Anonymous