Where can i find daddy daughter poems?

Question

what website has daddy daughter poem cards

Answer 1

I've always liked the below poem, by the late actor Victor Buono:

I Trust You'll Treat Her Well

by Victor Buono

Dear World:

I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two

brown eyes....and a happy laugh that ripples all day long..and a flash

of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.  I trust

you'll treat her well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and

skipping off down the street to her first day of school.  And never

again will she be completely mine.  Prim and proud she'll wave her young

and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little

lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her

name to be called.  She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of

school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle..and

gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little

boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her.  And now she'll learn

to be jealous.  And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside.  And

now she'll learn how not to cry.

No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day

and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk.  Nor will she

have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the

morning dew.  No, now she'll worry about those important things..like

grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose.  And the

magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and

dolls.  And now she'll find new heroes.

For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and

playmate and mother and friend.  Now she'll learn to share her worship

with her teachers..which is only right.  But no longer will I be the

smartest woman in the whole world.  Today when that school bell rings

for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the

group..with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or

kiss dogs..or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms..or even watch ants

scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.

Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not

her friends.  And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out

on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.

So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy

dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that

bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I trust you'll treat her well.

Answer 2

The attached link has a lot of great poems - here is one of them. The other link is for a site for free e-cards about fathers.  Ã¢Â™Â¥

Life Lessons

You may have thought I didn't see,

Or that I hadn't heard,

Life lessons that you taught to me,

But I got every word.

Perhaps you thought I missed it all,

And that we'd grow apart,

But Dad, I picked up everything,

It's written on my heart.

Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be

The (woman)(man) I am today;

You built a strong foundation

No one can take away.

I've grown up with your values,

And I'm very glad I did;

So here's to you, dear father,

From your forever grateful kid.

By Joanna Fuchs

Answer 3

this is my favorite daddy daughter poem

Daddy

Children's eyes; mine,

danced with happiness

when Daddy

came home from work.

Always a surprise,

a pack of gum, a water gun,

sometimes when times where

especially lean

just a stick of gum. I would run

to the door and Daddy would pick me up

while I rambled through his

shirt pocket looking for the gum or candy

I knew would be there.

He was the most handsome and

tallest man in the world

from my small vantage point.

Invariably he would do the ‘whisker rub’

on my tender young face. That was

Daddy's way of showing affection

and I liked it even if it did hurt a little.

Decades have passed

our roles have reversed.

I watch him age,

grow more feeble each day

just as he watched me grow from his

little girl to his grown-up daughter

with children of her own.

When I go to see him, sometimes I

bring him a surprise. Amazed I watch

his aging green eyes: How child-like and eager

they are with the same anticipation

that my young green eyes had

as they spot the chocolate bar,

card or anything I bring him.

To him I know I am the most beautiful

and kindest daughter in his world.

I hug him more these days because I realize

that his time is short in this world. Sometimes

he still tries to ‘whisker’ me,

it still hurts a little but I like it.

I will never forget your eyes

or your love and

in my own aging world

you are still the most handsome

and tallest man I know.