This post honors all loving fathers who do their best ‘to be the best’ for their children. To begin with, for my husband, our fathers who have passed and are missed more than I can express in words, and to my brothers-in-law…The poem below was written about my husband, Matt, from my poetry collection, Ever So Gently.

Beneath the Big Golden Sun

He was their hero when they were young,
teaching of nature beneath the big golden sun.
They tried on their packs before feet hit the trail.
He’d say, “Be prepared or else you could fail.”

The trio trekked down paths and up inclines too,
pausing along the way to admire a flower or two.
After arriving in camp, they helped pitch the tent,
stakes in the ground, windows unzipped to vent.

As an Arborist, he educated them about trees
under the blue sky beside the buzzing honeybees.
They explored the ground seeking burrowing bugs.
He expressed praise with words and loving hugs.

When the sun faded at the end of a day,
they roasted marshmallows, found dominoes to play.
His first goal was fun in nature, then came self-reliance.
Their minds were like sponges, soaking up the science.

Now they reminisce for the best teacher he was
and recall the bonding with the deepest of love.
Now he’s proud of them, adulting and doing it well,
honored with the memories, the special stories to tell.

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It’s always fun to take a walk down memory lane…

My mom passed in 2012, Dad in 2017, and Wil (FIL) in 2023. I don’t know where the time has gone for life to continue without our parents. But like all loved ones who leave our earthly world, they live in our hearts. And the photos we have become more precious each day. It’s just that these special holidays that pay tribute to them are spent differently. I miss the noisy, family get-togethers. We’d gather at our house, or Mom and Dad’s, or one of my sister’s homes. Those days remain only vivid memories. My sisters live in So. Cal. And our son and daughter live in CO. and TN. so we won’t see them in person, but a video chat will sustain until the next plane flight.

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By the way, DNA doesn’t make a good father. Actions Speak Louder than words, as we’ve heard before. A biologically connected man who neglects his children isn’t a good dad. A great father is a man who is emotionally available and actively involved in a child’s life.

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SO HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO THESE SPECIAL MEN
IN MY LIFE AND TO ALL THE FATHERS AROUND THE GLOBE!
MAY YOU HAVE A FABULOUS CELEBRATION! 🎉

“The greatest gift a father could give to his children is his time.”

Enjoy your weekend, and Thanks for stopping by! I appreciate you! ❤️

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© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com
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P.S. I accidentally deleted my prior post, The Pages,
so if you commented on it, I apologize. I have no idea
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