A Happy Father’s Day Poem, 2026.

Dad:

I’ve always cherished my memories of family vacations with Mom and you,

Endless desert highways and the Pacific Ocean, sparkling azure-blue.

As a child clutching you close, I always felt there was no safer place,

Than bouncing along in your Nash Rambler, as down the road we raced.

Dad:

You fought in World War II, your heart forever filled with pride,

And you carried it within you, its strength always deep inside.

You never spoke much about the war’s horror, pain, and gore,

Yet the courage it nurtured was greater than the silent pain you bore.

Dad:

You were an avid reader of newspapers and books, always turning pages,

Finding truth and comfort in the Bible and the wisdom of wiser ages.

How I now treasure the precious legacy you silently bequeathed to me—

A love of learning, history’s fascinations, and, of course, curiosity.

Dad:

I have no remembrance of your saying, “I love you,” or physically expressing that to me,

It was your kind, silent love, though, that I’m thankful I could see.

You made personal sacrifices, the benefits of which I enjoy to this very day,

And in doing so, Dad, you taught me what a good father is, in your own kind, unspoken way.

Dad:

Your faithful love for Mom was something I never failed to see,

As the doctors whisk you away to operate, do you remember your last words to me?

“Son, look after your mother,” you said to me that day,

A quiet charge, a final prayer, before you quietly slipped away.

Dad:

Now that Father’s Day is here, bittersweet memories of you float back to me,

The memories of your wartime service, your books, and your sacrifices—I pray they never flee.

For now, I realize how truly blessed I am that you were my father dear,

And I’ll keep your silent love within me—today, tomorrow, and year after year.