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“Happy Father’s Day”

Posted: June 16, 2013 in Prose
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Believe it or not, he cares and emotes,

He’ll travel the miles, be it car, planes, or boats,

He stands on the sidelines, cheering your game,

He wears, his princess’s Dandelion chain,


He fixes the bike, paints,  washes up,

He yells occasionally, He never gives up,

He may never tell you, about the joy that you bring,


that just a Daddy thing.


Make no mistake; he hurts the same as you,

But he puts it aside, for that’s what Daddies do,

He sees his role, as being solid, strong, and true,

Whenever you need him, he’s there for you.


He never acclaims to be perfect,

 he knows he is not,

But he tries to be the best he can, with the tools that he’s got,

He’s funny at times, and really a big kid at heart,

He’s a bit of your life,

that’s an important part.


He’s your Daddy, your Da, your Father, your mate,

He puts out the bins; get’s you home from a date,

He never asks for anything each Father’s Day,

Yet he demands you to be your best,

it’s just his way.


He has knowledge to burn, and yet not every answer,

He just knows who is true, and who is a chancer,

You may never have seen him, when he was in his prime,

Back then he was free, like you are, in your time


Would he change a thing, with all things considered,

No, he wouldn’t, he’d grow old and embittered,

He’s your Daddy, He’s your Papa, He’s your go to man,

He’s the best Daddy, Why? Because he just can.


So to all Fathers today, may your day be blessed,

May your Fatherhood,be celebrated, recognised, be addressed,

May you cherish the card, the cuddle, the kiss,

And in that moment, remember,

Being a Father, is a privilege,

And a bliss



Happy Father’s Day Fellas…


This day of the 3rd of April sees the twentieth anniversary of my father’s death.

And for some reason it has touched me in a way that has never been there before, there hasn’t been many tears, it is more maybe the significance of the twenty years without him, a lifetime, a generation.

He died aged 65, which at the time seemed like an old age, he lost a battle with a brain tumour, as many so often do. Maybe it was the synchronicity of watching the documentary of Jim Stynes last night on RTE 1,  a tough honest story of one man’s battle against the same animal that took my father.

The feelings around me now, are possibly one’s of regret, loss, guilt, sadness, love, respect, all rolled into one. As I type this, I realise I am wearing the very watch that he used to wear, my mother gifted this to me, after his death. Me, one of five boys and one girl, was gifted such a special memento, and one that I will surely pass down to my son, when he gains enough maturity to appreciate it.

My Father taught me so many things that he never knew. If he was around today, I surely would sit with him and tell him, thanks, and that I love him. Alas, to late for that now….

One of these things was, when I was seventeen in the second year of my carpentry apprenticeship, I went around home to help Dad fix the fence between our house and the neighbours, I clipped on the nailbag, hammer hooked in, pencil behind the ear, etc……and lit up a fag….  He turned around and said….”Are you working or smoking?”  At the time, I remember thinking, ‘Give me a break will ya’    But he was right, work was important, and so was relaxation…. I laugh now, and have always remembered this day. For on reflection, I was doing neither, I was just hanging with my Dad. Alas……

He died just five months before I was to marry, and so I was the only one of us kids where he wasnt present on the wedding day. It is little things like this that on rare occasions spring to mind from the blue.

Another thing that he taught me without him ever knowing, was that it is never to late to change your life around. You see, Dad, was an alcoholic, and an aggressive one at times….and people can relate to this the world over, so I seek no sympathy on this here, moreover, the point of this is that he eventually gave up the grog, aged 55, and his teaching to me was, no matter the reason why people are self destructive, they can change, and my father did. Dad was no angel, and far from perfect, but there for the grace of God go I.

For that teaching, I will be eternally grateful to him, for it has carried me through life in tough times, I drew upon that courage, to be strong when I needed to be. Priceless.

I said to my near 18yo son today….it is your grandfather’s anniversary. A grandfather he has never met. He replied as all teenagers do and said…’Oh, is it?’ and the conversation was over. I had to laugh. I got home and picked up my guitar, which I haven’t played since St Patrick’s Day, and stood in front of the mirror over the fireplace and sang Harry Chapin’s “Cats in the Cradle”…. and fought back the tears…what a feeling….

You see, I think remembering my father today, hit me like a hammer, because I realised my own mortality, and how much I love my kids. In ten years time, my son will be the same age as me, when my Dad passed, and I really want to be around much longer for him. I probably will!

But then I began to think of my failings a parent, a father, where I am leaving them with less, than what my parents left us with. Not in bequeaths or the like, but in opportunities, hope, promise. My kids will experience tough times in their prime years, just like my parents did.

In remembering my father today then I hope, for many believe, that many habits and teachings are hereditary and generational, and so I tend to relax again, knowing that Dad, unknowingly taught me that we all have the capacity of inner power and strength, to change things for the better, knowing this makes me think my kids will be o.k.

And so, on this twentieth anniversary of my father’s death, I am becalmed again once more.

My mother gifted his watch to me, an ever present, tangible memory,

My Father gifted his strength, to overcome my own weaknesses,

And I will gift these things to my children, my beautiful son and daughter,

And hope will live on

R.I.P. Dad RHQ 1992