“Fathers Are Wonderful People”
by Helen Steiner Rice
Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Fathers seem to be
The man who pays the bills,
While mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…
And Father struggles daily
To live up to “HIS IMAGE”
As protector and provider
And “hero or the scrimmage”…
And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subject
To the thing we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad’s heart,
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be…
But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife…
But Fathers are just WONDERFUL
In a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
And accolade of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness…
And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,
He’s a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on
To be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.
Every single line in this poem reminds me of my dad and our relationship.
I always felt like my dad was super strict,
and I didn’t feel that close to him.
We only spoke of topics that just touched the surface,
but when we did talk about feelings and life-changing situations,
we both got so emotional.
that’s why we hardly had deep conversations.
Everyone who knows my dad
or who has met him,
knows that he can be quite intimidating and scary.
He always look serious,
and no matter what he says,
negative or positive,
he sounds like he’s angry.
As I look back,
we WERE closer than I thought,
and he wasn’t that strict as I remember him to be at that time.
The “strictness” he enforced on me
not only instilled fear in me to try anything stupid,
but to think about my decisions and be smart about them.
It also taught me how to take into account other people’s feelings
I didn’t want to disappoint him.
I also realize that
he left much room for me to grow.
I guess that’s why I felt like we weren’t close.
I spent much of my time with friends
or playing in my room,
the big events in my life included my dad.
he always pushed me to get good grades;
he was at every dance recital
at every basketball game
“Shoot! Use the backboard!”
when I didn’t even bring up the ball passed half court.
when I told him I wanted to be a teacher,
and not a pediatrician,
or a child psychologist,
or anything where the big money is at.
I had to prepare a persuasive speech to tell him this.
He taught me how to be compassionate
how to be a polite woman.
Most of all,
I learned how to care for others
and put others’ needs before my own
when I know they need it more.
My dad is hard-working until this day.
Everything he does and
has ever done
has not been
to make him happy
to make others happy.
He has shown me tough love.
The same kind of love
I’m trying to show my students
without the toughness,
they’ll eat me alive,
without the love,
they will not know what it feels like
and how to show it.
thank you dad,
you have taught me.
you’re my dad.
‘Til next week world,