In My Eyes (by: Poppy) He's rough and lacks in etiquette, Society would say. He has no classy attributes, To help him on his way. full storyJenny's Pearl Necklace (by: Author Unknown) The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. full storyKid's Eye View of Fatherhood (by: Grace Witwer Housholder) As the mother of four and a journalist who collects funny kid stories, I am convinced that it's not a father's words but the words of his children that define what it is to be a father. full storyLetters Before the Wedding Day (by: Poppy) Dear Dad, It is almost midnight, Dad, as I write this to you. It is the last thing on my list, there's nothing else to do. Tomorrow is my wedding day, and plans are all complete. full storyLittle Black Box, The (by: Roland Ricker) There are times when even a humble thing Becomes a treasure we love and hold dear. A simple black box so scratched and so worn, Brought a distant father suddenly near. full storyLunch Bag, The (by: Author Unknown) It was Molly's job to hand her father his brown paper lunch bag each morning before he headed off to work. One morning, in addition to his usual lunch bag, Molly handed him a second paper bag. This one was worn and held together with duct tape, staples, and paper clips. full storyMissed Opportunities (by: Nick Lazaris) "Sweetheart, you look beautiful! Let's take a picture so Mommy can see how special you look." I took the picture and thanked God that I didn't miss the opportunity to reaffirm what a perfect little angel He had given me. full storyMost of All (by: Author Unknown) I love you, Dad, for all the things you do. You make laugh when I am feeling blue. You can untie the hardest knot of all, Although I've tugged the lace until it's small. full storyMy Dad, George Collins (by: Judy (Collins) Audette) My Dad passed on a year ago in March. I can remember his broad smile and his warmth. He showed his love in everything, every word and every act. He was a very pious man -- deeply religious and very mild mannered. He did just about everything for all of us. full storyMy Dad's Hands (by: David Kettler) Bedtime came, we were settling down, I was holding one of my lads. As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight: My hands. . .they looked like my dad's! full story
