A little girl with shining eyes, 

Her upturned face aglow, 

Said, "Daddy, it's almost time 

For Sunday School, you know; 

Let's go and hear of Jesus' love 

Of how He died for all, 

To take them to His home above 

Who on His name will call." 

"Oh no," said Daddy, "Not to-day; 

I've worked hard all the week; 

And I must have one day of rest, 

And fishing's find they say; 

So run along, don't bother me, 

We'll go another day." 

Months and years have passed away, 

But Daddy hears that plea no more-- 

"Let's go to Sunday School..." 

Those childish days are o'er. 

And now that Daddy's growing old, 

And life is almost through, 

He finds some time to go to church, 

But, what does daughter do? 

She says, "Oh, daddy, not to-day. 

Was out almost all night; 

I've got to get a little sleep: 

Besides, I look a fright." 

Then daddy lifts a trembling hand 

To brush away the tears; 

Again he hears that pleading voice, 

Distinctly through the years, 

He sees a small girl's upturned face, 

Upturned with eyes aglow, 

Saying, "It's time for Sunday School. 

Please, Daddy, won't you go?" 

My dad’s the best 

I know ‘cause he’s passed lots of tests

I give him tests most days

In lots of little different ways

It keeps him on his toes you see

“cause it’s not an easy job looking after me

But mostly he comes through as a star

But sometimes I think I go a bit far

So if you love your dad like me

Take a look on this site, go on, look and see

Find the poem that suits your dad the best

Then for this day he will not call you a pest.

I think you should know

You mean the world to me,

I can't imagine anyone else

Could give so unselfishly.

For all the things you've done for me,

All the times that you were there,

Are why I know deep down inside

How much you really care.

Though I might not always say

That I appreciate what you do,

I feel so very richly blessed

To have a special dad like you.

I don't need father's day to think of you

Dad I think of you in almost everything I do

When you left me I was bereft

But I knew I would never forget

Your zest for life and the things you taught me

A wonderful parent all who knew you could see

So as I pay tribute to you on this day of the year

I hope you are looking down to see how much I care

My dad is very special,

He's not just a dad but a friend;

For he knows where there is a Difference,

When one should start and the other end.