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Father's Day Poetry Examples
The Pointing Finger
Once upon some years ago
A boy named Bob was born.
By the age of two I think Bob knew
His finger could perform.

At first it was quite innocent
When as a tiny boy
Bob pointed at hs mother
To fetch for him a toy.

It didn't take much time to see
Bob's finger held great power,
And he'd delight as his mother jumped
As he'd point at things for hours.

But soon that game grew tedious;
Bob longed for bigger things.
He felt his finger had come of age
And it was time to sprout its wings

So it seemed to Bob quite logical
That his father should be next,
And what a lucky boy he'd be
With two parents that could fetch.

But that's when Bob learned early on
Not all would love his finger,
As his dad's face went from pink to red
And his ears blew out smoke ringers.

But this did not discourage Bob,
For HE knew there were others
Who'd fall under the finger's spell
And jump just like his mother.

Each year his finger gained more strength
And the pointing just got stronger,
And to those who fell beneath the spell,
To them the point seemed longer.


Bob learned to wield his finger
Like a cowboy would a gun.
He practiced first on common folks
But found doctors much more fun.

Though his finger did precede him,
For words Bob never groped.
We're just glad he never had
A chance to meet the Pope!

By now you probably wonder
How this story affects me.
You see, I am Bob's daughter
And his devoted "A-pointee."

So many poignant memories
Fill up my mind with visions,
Like when he made ME his remote
For his remoteless television.

I thnk most times I pleased him
But at times I'd disappoint,
And that's the time his finger
Would get quite "out of joint."

Today I am much older
And I live so far from home,
And I miss that pointing finger,
That weapon on a bone.

But Dad uses it to phone me
And we're such great friends today,
And if I really need my dad,
He's just a point away.


Happy Father's Day, Dad
2002
Look at me, this tiny boy,
A face so full of grace,
With sweet brown eyes and rosy cheeks
On such a lovely face.

And underneath this suit of fleece
Lay tiny angel wings,
But sometimes underneath my hat
Lay other horned things.

My parents thought me such a dear
And so did all their friends -
Until I licked my chocolate toy
That stuck to their rear ends.

Ah, yes, the memories unfold
Of that dear and special time
I locked my sitter in our outhouse
For hours at a time.

I remember how his pleading voice
Turned slowly into rage
As he struggled with his breathing
In the deep and dusky cage.

So with tender words of comfort
That my folks would be home soon,
I told him all the air he'd need
Was there inside the moon.

Now all this happened years ago
When I was just a lad.
Today I've children of my own
And I'm also a granddad.

But if you'll look real close at me
I'm certain you will find
The little boy who's pictured here
Is still there deep inside.                     
I Love You, Daddy
Father's Day, 2003
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