Love For Father From DaughterEvery father would love to hear that they are their child's hero. This poem is for my dad, he hasn't read it yet. But when he does I really hope he likes it!Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
Thank you, dad, for your love. On sunny days and dark nights, in troubled times and pointless fights, you've been right there through it all, you've stood your ground when you could have taken the fall.
Poem for My Daughter.The poem "Poem for My Daughter," by Edwin Frank, is presented. First Line: The disaster happens; Last Line: Welcome disaster, What's new?EBSCO_AspWestern Humanities Review
Poem for My DaughterThe poem "Poem for My Daughter," by Edwin Frank, is presented. First Line: The disaster happens; Last Line: Welcome disaster, What's new?FRANK, EDWINwestern humanities review
—from Poets Respond January 19, 2017 ___ Abby E. Murray:“I’m marching in Seattle this weekend in solidarity with those who have been openly threatened by the incoming administration. At first, I planned not to bring my daughter; she’s three and won’t understand; she’s potty-traini...
A dad poem from a daughter is a poem from a daughter’s perspective and is dedicated to her father. These can range in style and form but are often loving and caring. They often praise the speaker’s father’s strength and dedication to caring for his child. What is a good quote fo...
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Dad Poem From Daughter. A beautiful Feeling poem about fathers My Daddy Dad, your wise words have broken The gate into my heart Your firm but fair criticisms Are my weak soul’s art The way you handle problems That is what I truly admire ...
Otto Plath died from diabetes complications when his daughter was eight years old; the speaker of the poem is also a child when her father dies. He was also a professor, echoed by the reference to the speaker's father standing "at the blackboard" in line 51. Finally, Plath grew up ...
That day my friend Jimmy and I were playing a game. I had dropped down from a bar (横木) many times in the past without ever having a problem, but that day the simple act of dropping to the ground became a nightmare (噩梦). I broke my arm. Jimmy’s ...