Fathers

Fathers Are Wonderful by Helen Steiner Rice

Fathers are wonderful people Too little understood, And we do not sing their praises As often as we should… For, somehow, Father seems to be The man who pays the bills, While Mother binds up little hurts And nurses all our ills… And Father struggles daily To live up to “his image” As protector and

Fathers Are Wonderful by Helen Steiner Rice

Fathers are wonderful people Too little understood, And we do not sing their praises As often as we should… For, somehow, Father seems to be The man who pays the bills, While Mother binds up little hurts And nurses all our ills… And Father struggles daily To live up to “his image” As protector and

My Father by Ellen Bailey

My father was a blacksmith for a company coal mine He worked hard everyday and was always on time He walked to work in weather both foul and fair He worked long into life until he had white hair He stood all day in front of a hot flaming forge With blowing bellows that produced

My Father by Ellen Bailey

My father was a blacksmith for a company coal mine He worked hard everyday and was always on time He walked to work in weather both foul and fair He worked long into life until he had white hair He stood all day in front of a hot flaming forge With blowing bellows that produced