The day we honor fathers rapidly approaches. And poems for fathers seem easy until we sit down to write.
Unlike for Father’s Day, poems for Mother’s Day flood the world. We write line after line of overblown sentiments better suited for greeting cards. We design them to tug at the heart or evoke loud guffaws.
Avoiding those two pitfalls are the reason that Mother’s Day poems are difficult to write. We want them to be real, to be personal, and to be touching.
We have the same trouble with Father’s Day poems.
And we stumble against another barrier: We don’t think “sentiment” when we consider writing for fathers. We should.
Yet tossing in emotion after emotion doesn’t work for either. Both genders deserve truth instead of watery pathos.
We have three chief reasons to practice our poetic craft with occasional poems for all**:
1] keep to audience requirements. Who are we writing for? Ourselves? Nyah. It’s the fathers we wish to honor.
2] keep to the 4 Requirements of Song: Powerful Lines. Strong Imagery. Heart-felt Message. Clear Communication.
3] keep a focus on structure to stand out from the multitude of other poems.
(**Occasional Poems for All. That’s a book, isn’t it? Filled with all the trite, complacent pathos we could want. Let’s not fall back on this or on greeting cards.)
3 + 1
For the occasion of Father’s Day, I want to celebrate 3 + 1 poems that present the father in his role as protector.
(And that’s the poetic starting point: What role of the father will we celebrate? What does that role require? What are specific images that represent that role? Is there a dominant image that we can turn into an active metaphor?)
Robert Hayden: Fathers as Protectors
Hayden gives us the sadness of missed opportunities to express to his father appreciation for his sacrifices, sacrifices that were unknown and unrecognized by arrogant and selfish youth.
Jan Beatty: Fathers Give our Futures
Beatty is all harsh reality, the father’s typical answer to a question when he’s answered it before and is now out of patience. We laugh—and then we nod, realizing the truth the father gives us.
My Father Teaches Me to Dream
You want to know what work is?
I’ll tell you what work is:
Work is work.
You get up. You get on the bus.
You don’t look from side to side.
You keep your eyes straight ahead.
That way nobody bothers you—see?
You get off the bus. You work all day.
You get back on the bus at night. Same thing.
You go to sleep. You get up.
You do the same thing again.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
There’s no handouts in this life.
All this other stuff you’re looking for—
it ain’t there.
Work is work.
Look again at Beatty’s title. In giving the title, unspoken is the father’s wish and the child’s realization of how to escape such toil and pursue the career that will create happiness in the slavery of work for $$$. The gift of the future dream is the greatest gift our fathers give to us.
Cecil Day Lewis: Fathers Let go of the past
Father’s Day poems usually provides the child’s perspective. C. Day Lewis’ “Walking Away” provides us the father’s perspective.
It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –
A sunny day with leaves just turning,
The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you play
Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away
Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
You walking away from me towards the school
With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be.
That hesitant figure, eddying away
Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
Has something I never quite grasp to convey
About nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorching
Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.
I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show –
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And love is proved in the letting go.
Plus 1: The Lessons of Fathers Stay With Us
Here is the extra poem, Li-Young Lee’s “The Gift”. In helping his beloved wife, Lee is reminded of his beloved father and a practical lesson. Here he writes an eternal Father’s Day poem without making that his obvious purpose.
The greatest gifts for his son are not tangible presents but the intangibles that we carry into the future.