Our Father's Day poems section consists of some meaningful Father's day numbers. Daddy's girl is a beautiful poem by Christine McNamara and it describes how a father means the world to his children.

Daddy's Girl

A day to honor fathers, Father's Day is celebrated on the third Sunday of June in most of the countries. It is a day of commemoration and celebration of fathers where it gives you a chance to express your love and respect towards your inspiration and guide - your father. Father's Day is the prefect occasion to shower your appreciation and warmth to your father and other father figures. Cards, flowers and other gifts can be seen flooded in the markets especially brought in for this special day. Poems, on the other hand, make a unique and surprising gift for your father. Least expected, your dad is sure to hug and kiss you for all the effort put in to narrate this beautiful poem written by Christine McNamara. Read on the find the wordings of the "Daddy's Girl".

When you were young, pony-tailed,
face full of playful freckles,
were you a daddy's girl?
I was. I still am.
Did you look to him for your security,
for love and attention,
for the understanding, and the patience you lacked
as a child?
My daddy was the center of my small world,
the focus of my affections,
the star that lit my life, shining bright.
Shining still in my heart.
The years have led me here,
weathered with maturity and responsibilities,
and I see more clearly now.
The hardships, burdens of love,
and all the small sacrifices he made for me,
for our family.
He created stability, a place to call home.
All the photographs I browse through
of a child long forgotten, scarcely remembered
smiling, so happy and so loved.
The mere thought of becoming that role model
is enough to send me cowering, afraid...
looking for guidance.
Turning to my father and my more for support,
advice, wise counsel, and for approval.
Grown up, I see differently now...
A new perspective of a man I have always known.
My heart is full, my emotions overpowering
just in the certainty of that bond.
He's been there for me through all the conflicts
helping me over the rough, ragged stones
of growing up.
My respect for him is unending,
faith is unbound, and love is unquestioning.
Even in the midst of all my imperfections, he is lenient,
ignoring the pitfalls, the downfalls, the shortcomings,
he just accepted me as I was, as I am.
The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struck
and it lifts me up, it holds my head a little higher,
it keeps me in balance,
harmonizing with the world around me
beautifully, like an inspired masterpiece from the soul
of an honest man.
I am honored to know him, to love him, to be of him.
He's my hero, and I am his daughter, his little girl.