The following poem has been taped to my dad’s desk for as long as I can remember. Now that I’m the mom of boys (and the wife of a man who is a very good dad to boys), it’s especially meaningful to me. I can’t get all the way through it without a lump in my throat.
A few years ago, I made a copy for my husband, and now it sits framed on his desk, too. I don’t know who the author is, unfortunately (if you know, please tell me), but I thought you might like to see it:
There are certain dreams I’d cherish that I’d like to see come true.
There are things I would accomplish ere my working time is through.
But the task my heart is set on is to guide a little lad–
To make myself successful as that little fellow’s dad.
It’s the one job that I dream of; it’s the task I think of most.
For if I fail that little fellow, I have nothing else to boast.
For the wealth and fame I’d gather, all my fortune would be sad,
If I fail to be successful as that little fellow’s dad.
I may never be as clever as my neighbor down the street.
I may never be as wealthy as some other men I meet.
But if he who follows after shall be manly, I’ll be glad,
For I’ll know I’ve been successful as that little fellow’s dad.
If you’re as taken with this poem as I’ve always been, and you’d like a copy, I made a JPEG of it, sized to fit in a 5×7 mat or frame. Feel free to grab it here (if this works; not sure if it will):