My talk on Fathers Day.

I wrote this shortly after my son was born. He was asleep in my arms and the amount I love I felt for him made me appreciate how much my Father had loved me. He died seven years ago and this poem is about aiming to live my life in a way that would make him proud.

A poem for my son, who I love more than anything…

This article in no way endorses spanking as a form of punishment as all the act proves is that a big person can hit a little person. Had my father swatted my behind in the store today as he did all those years ago, and as benign and painless as it was, he would have been arrested for instilling good values in his child. While my husband and I made a conscious decision not to ever hit our children, it is a different time and had our children been born back then, perhaps our decision would have reflected the times. I never felt I was abused by my father’s three whacks to my backside, but there are parents who do take advantage of the term “discipline” and their children need the law’s protection.

I wrote this for my wife when she was pregnant with our first child in 2008.

This is a poem I wrote about spending time and playing with your Dad no matter how old we are because it doesn’t matter how Dads act; it matters how we remember Dads acted.

Becoming a father an amazing time in ones life; something that happens and your life is never the same again.

Just a short poem on fatherhood. A day in the life of a father.

Fathers do not know the extent of longing a son can have for a fatherly affection, and most of them fail to see the mark they leave to their children, by their simple gestures of love, or by the appreciation they express to them.

A man, becoming a father for the first time.