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For every swing of that old broken oar,
Once, twice, sometimes thrice but never more,
For every time your hand, belt or that paddle flew,
Is a time for which I thank you.
Each word that may have fallen harsh on my ears,
Is a word that has softened my heart through the years.
For Each callous developed on my stubborn behind,
Is a soft, tender place in my heart and mind.
Each little instant of punishment earned,
Is another day I have lived and learned,
To love you and be glad,
That I am blessed to call you \"Dad\".
And for each and every moment spent grounded,
For each and every piece of advice into my hard head you pounded,
For every good grade I\'ve made,
For every debt I\'ve paid,
For every base in life I\'ve rounded...
With all my heart, Thank You.
Once, twice, sometimes thrice but never more,
For every time your hand, belt or that paddle flew,
Is a time for which I thank you.
Each word that may have fallen harsh on my ears,
Is a word that has softened my heart through the years.
For Each callous developed on my stubborn behind,
Is a soft, tender place in my heart and mind.
Each little instant of punishment earned,
Is another day I have lived and learned,
To love you and be glad,
That I am blessed to call you \"Dad\".
And for each and every moment spent grounded,
For each and every piece of advice into my hard head you pounded,
For every good grade I\'ve made,
For every debt I\'ve paid,
For every base in life I\'ve rounded...
With all my heart, Thank You.
I wrote this last fall while watching my grandmother slowly die from cancer. My dad was taking it so well considering everything. I wasn't always the best son and he and I didn't see eye to eye on some things but I love him and he loves me. I wrote this poem after studying 1 Timothy chapter 5 one night at Bible Class.
A little history. My dad used an old broken oar from six flags to spank my brothers and I when we deserved it until we were thirteen years old. We got 1 spanking when we did something bad but not supremely horrible and 3 for all the really bad stuff but he never gave more than three no matter how bad we were. At 28 I look back and laugh now at some of the antics we did trying to avoid our just desserts. Padding our underwear with toilet paper or more underwear or the worst, failing to move our hands out of the way as he swung. Anyway, for those of you who understand this poem, I hope this brings back fond memories of your parent(s) and maybe you'll thank them for the discipline you received when you were younger.
A little history. My dad used an old broken oar from six flags to spank my brothers and I when we deserved it until we were thirteen years old. We got 1 spanking when we did something bad but not supremely horrible and 3 for all the really bad stuff but he never gave more than three no matter how bad we were. At 28 I look back and laugh now at some of the antics we did trying to avoid our just desserts. Padding our underwear with toilet paper or more underwear or the worst, failing to move our hands out of the way as he swung. Anyway, for those of you who understand this poem, I hope this brings back fond memories of your parent(s) and maybe you'll thank them for the discipline you received when you were younger.
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Cute poem.
I wish my dad did it like that though... My mom's and grandmother's discipline I thank them for but not my dad's... He never did it with love like that he always did it in anger and because he thought we deserved to be hurt and we never knew how many we'd get with that belt of his. I always envy people that had a loving father when they were kids like you did. I rp a lot and sometimes the characters get spankings and they cry and then they get held and their tears wiped away and they know they're still loved. I Kind of never had that so I guess that's why i do it..
Whoa it really got to me didn't it? *huggles* Sweet poem. I'm sure the writer is sweet too.
I wish my dad did it like that though... My mom's and grandmother's discipline I thank them for but not my dad's... He never did it with love like that he always did it in anger and because he thought we deserved to be hurt and we never knew how many we'd get with that belt of his. I always envy people that had a loving father when they were kids like you did. I rp a lot and sometimes the characters get spankings and they cry and then they get held and their tears wiped away and they know they're still loved. I Kind of never had that so I guess that's why i do it..
Whoa it really got to me didn't it? *huggles* Sweet poem. I'm sure the writer is sweet too.