Father’s Day

“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…


He’s a guardian and a guide,

Someone that we can count on


Every single line in this poem reminds me of my dad and our relationship.

Growing up,

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.

At home,

I spent much of my time with friends

or playing in my room,


the big events in my life included my dad.

For example,

he always pushed me to get good grades;

he was at every dance recital


at every basketball game

telling me


“Shoot! Use the backboard!”

when I didn’t even bring up the ball passed half court.

He understood,

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.

Of course,

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,

for everything

you have taught me.

I’m glad


you’re my dad.

‘Til next week world,

Miss You


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