As the man of the house, you have certain rolls. Like busting you butt, pursuing your goals. But most of my time, is not spent on me. It’s putting on a smile, so they don’t have to see. Stress is ungodly, it can drag you down low. But that’s one thing, my family shouldn’t know. I laugh and I play, I tease and I chase. They only need to see, the smile on dads face. The struggle is rough, it weighs a man down. But never enough, to make this man frown. I’m never unhappy, never truly sad. Because three little people, are calling me Dad.
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Meaning and responsibility can offset the heaviest burdens... thought provoking poem and I am sure one many can relate to.
Thank you! These poems are a great way to just get out feelings you can’t bring up in day to day conversation.
Good write keep it up
Thank you!
I enjoyed this poem, Dad. Long live family.
Thank you!
This is a great poem! I feel the same way about being a mom. Great emotion!
Thank you guys. The good feedback is much appreciated
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