happy fathers day 2023 poems from wife : if you’re looking for best happy fathers day 2023 poems from wife then you’re at right place. We have collection poems from wife to wish happy fathers day 2023. Fathers day is on 18 June,2023. This is a very special day compared to Valentine’s Day or an anniversary because being a good husband completes a women’s life but being a good Father completes a family. We have post happy fathers day 2023 poems from wife.
happy fathers day 2023 poems from wife
When we married, I saw you as perfect,
The ideal husband and more;
I thought I knew all about you,
All the things to love and adore.
But when you became a father,
I saw new qualities to treasure.
You enrich all our lives in fresh ways;
As a dad, you bring so much pleasure.
YOU told me you loved me
YOU shared all your hopes and fears
YOU spoke of your goals
YOU make me shed many tears
YOU were once so open and honest
YOU did so many things right from the start
YOU seemed very sincere
YOU have since broken my heart
YOU promised me the world
YOU gave me reasons to believe
YOU allowed me to spread my wings
YOU make me feel like you will only deceive
YOU stole my heart away
YOU used to be full of fun and joy
YOU made me feel like I was special
YOU have me thinking I was just a toy
YOU made love to me, and I gave you children
YOU eventually made me your spouse
YOU cared about my feelings once upon a time
YOU treat me today as if I’m a louse
YOU need to treat me with respect and honor
YOU need to quit casing anymore pain and strife
YOU need to remember that I am your wife
YOU need to go back to the man that you once were
YOU need to stop lying to you and to me
YOU need to realize it’s bringing much grief
YOU need to stop and think that I don’t have to be
IN YOUR LIFE…
The Dutiful Husband…
Comes home from work
all fires are out with only a squirt.
A quiet evening he looks forward to,
just Bill O’Reilly, a glass of wine will do.
His loyal wife – some news she has,
The Dryer – it’s broke – I’m lost
With bulging eyes and clenched white fists, he calmly says:
Put It On My List
She paces and paces and gives a shrill,
till finally she wins over dear ole Bill.
The dryer is dragged from its’ lint filled nitch,
unscrewed in places where only midgets could fit.
Adjectives fly from this wine filled mouth
WHERE’S MY TOOLS he says with a shout.
Hours pass, parts askew, sweat on his brow ;
(Oh more wine will do!)
FORGET IT he says
OUT IS GOES
‘GET MY MONEY, WE’RE GOING TO LOWES.
Thank You Dear!!!