We Don’t Want Perfect Fathers: A Thought for Father’s Day

My father before he married my mother.

My father in his Air Force days,  young and confident, soon to be absent and alcoholic.

 

We don’t want,

should not expect,

and will never have perfect fathers.

All we want is for them to

make their God-given responsibilities a priority:

to teach, guide,

protect, provide for,

and love

the children He’s given them,

in His way.

I do not think that is too much for a child to ask.

I do think it’s too much for a father to handle

on his own.

God’s plan is a wife as his precious helper,

but the great submission of man

is to depend on and yield to

the Heavenly Father.

A father will never be perfect, but he can look to the One who is.

Often a father finally bends

when the sweat of death lies on his brow.

I saw the sweet transaction,

too late for a child but a gift to the daughter

of both him and God.

Marvin Lowe Jr.

Entered Heaven: November 2003

Ten Years of Perfection

You can read one of my stories about my father and our relationship here.

Darla McDavid

I'm Darla, a writer of stories about family, friends, goodness, and God. I love cats, coffee, gardening, and tall stacks of books. Click here to subscribe to my blog. You can also find me on Facebook and Instagram. In my other life, I'm an administrative professional and a Sunday School teacher for preschoolers.

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    • Thank you, Sheryl. I wasn’t sure about calling it a poem, so I’m glad you read it that way. The first section is actually a comment I wrote on a Facebook post, and it grew from there.

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  1. I, too, was touched by your poem.

    My father passed five years after yours. I miss sharing my concerns and joys with him, but take consolation knowing he now has Mom with him in Heaven. She passed in January this year, a few weeks short of 99 year old. I like to think she caught him up on what we’;ve been doing here.

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    • That’s a great thought to have about your parents! Ninety-nine years. I’m thinking about what she experienced over her near century of life. There’s been so much change in the world over that time period. And isn’t it precious to have that hope — that our loved ones will see each other again in heaven. I am comforted knowing my parents are together (Mom died in 1999, age 68). They had a bitter divorce here on earth, but in heaven they are experiencing only joy and love, a thought that makes me smile.

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