My son, a perfect little boy of five years and three months, had ended his earthly life. You can never sympathize with me; you can never know how much of me such a young child can take away. A few weeks ago I accounted myself a very rich man, and now the poorest of all.
"A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again."
"The father of a daughter is nothing but a high class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something.' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan."
"A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed, and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society."
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."
Consider one, what a blessed sight,
who walked and rocked in the lonely night;
when stars and moon shed only light,
and talk of dreams and desires delight!
Consider words that fell on the ears,
of comfort and love and shushing tears;
while mothers slept and rested fears,
knowing that angels hovered all years!
Consider a man whose name may be “father”,
walking and talking with no hint of bother;
planning for futures and slaying another,
who dare scare his child; with love he doth smother!
Consider the child, who tugs at heart strings,
and pleads to Daddy for more stories of kings;
knights in shining armor and angel's wings,
that carry them off to lands filled with swings!
Consider the child who is blessed to no end,
with the love and the hugs of her very best friend;
who treasures each moment and time they will spend,
knowing tomorrow they'll sail off 'round the bend!
Paula A. Tomey-Allen
© 17 June 2007