The Dad of Our Home

Only a dad, with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame,
To show how well he has played the game,
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come, and to hear his voice.

Only a dad, with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more.
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad, but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.

Edgar Guest

Tom,  on the porch this week, home from work. He is the father of our home, and one of the “best of men” Edgar Guest referred to.

4 thoughts on “The Dad of Our Home

  1. Bethany L. says:

    Wonderful poem! So many good men out there deserving of honor and love, and who we don’t often hear about.

  2. Kris says:

    To the best brother anyone could ever have.
    Happy Father’s Day…
    Love always, Kris

  3. Beverley says:

    A wonderful tribute to those men who deserve to be recognized for their faithfulness. ❤

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