Only a Dad

Ashleigh Thompson

Only a Dad by Edgar Albert Guest

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.

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Only a Dad is a poem about a father who is working his hardest to provide for his family, despite the pain and exhaustion that comes with the efforts. This patriarch feels it is his duty to provide for his family, expecting nothing in return. His unconditional love for his children is the driving force behind his efforts to make life easier for them. No matter how hard life gets, he ensures his children remain unaware of the pain and suffering he goes through to provide for them. The subject of the poem shows deep appreciation for what his father did for him, hoping that that appreciation will carry through for his children.
The reason I chose this poem is because the time of the year is approaching that reminds me most of my own dad. My father died of lung cancer on April 27, 2007. When he was diagnosed with cancer it took a long time for my sisters and me to realize it. He worked extremely hard to hide the pain he was undoubtedly experiencing so that we wouldn't worry. Even the last day we saw him, when he was in the hospital, he tried to shield us from his sufferings. At that point it wasn't so easy to hide, but he used the last of his energy to make sure we didn't see the misery he was going through.

Family Man by Craig Campbell

I've been working as a temp
At the local factory
I hope they hire me on full time
I've got shoes to buy and a mouth to feed

I drive a buy here, pay here truck
It ain't new, but it is to me
It ain't much, but it fires right up
And gets me from A to B

What puts the dirt underneath my nails?
What keeps the calluses on my hands?
Family, man

They're the world my world revolves around
My sacred piece of solid ground
The flesh and bone
That gives me strength to stand

They are the fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man

There's dirty shirts to wash
Dishes in the sink to do
And there's how many times
Does 17 go into 52?

There's bedtime prayers to pray
Sleep tights and I love you's
And then there's a pair of eyes
I get to lose myself into

What keeps me keepin' the faith?
What makes me believe I can?
Family, man

They're the world my world revolves around
My sacred piece of solid ground
The flesh and bone
That gives me strength to stand

They are the fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man

They're the fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man, a family man

The connection between the poem and the song is the willingness of both fathers to endure the hardships of a working life and to sacrifice their time and energy for their families. Even though they spend their day hard at work, they still have the drive to come home and spend time with those that mean the most to them. Both the poem and the song describe the trials and tribulations fathers go through, never expecting recognition nor praise. They bring to attention the exertions necessary to maintaining a household, while shielding their loved ones from the realities of life.
Family Man Lyrics - Craig Campbell

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How Could I Have Known, by Ashleigh Thompson

How could I have known the cancer was so strong,

When he had been hiding it all along,

Trying his best to make sure his children didn’t learn,

So that he could avoid our looks of concern.

Always facing the battle head on,

From the moment he knew, until he was gone.


How could I have known his time was running out,

He never showed signs nor gave us any doubt.

He continued hunting, fishing, and so much more,

When deep inside, I know daily living was a chore.

He never complained of the pain he withstood,

Always aiming to shield us from everything he could.


How could I have known the secret he kept,

Concealing the suffering and tears that he wept.

Striving to protect us from all of the pain,

He kept a positive outlook to help him sustain.

The strength he portrayed came at a cost,

At the end of the day, all his might was lost.


How could I have known behind his precious smile,

Of the battle he was fighting all the while.

His efforts were successful in hiding the sorrow,

I never lost hope for his chance at tomorrow.

For my hero, my dad, the man I adore,

How could I have known what God had in store.