My father is a quiet man.

His morals above reproach.

In my youth he wasn't home a lot

Though my character he did coach.

I remember Union meetings every Thursday night.

I remember Band Booster and Sunday School,

He wanted us to grow up right.

He showed love and compassion,

For that fact, he still does.

He seems to be on a mission

Of love and loyalty to us.

I don't seem him as often as I used to.

I wish he really knew me.

I've changed from the person I used to be.

In my youth he saw right through me.

His kindness shows in everything.

His love is free and clear.

His wisdom grows in quiet strength

With each new passing year.

He taught me to be nonjudgmental.

For that trait I am grateful.

I've made so many wonderful friends,

Because he taught me not to be hateful.

My childhood was a happy one.

I wouldn't trade a day.

My father, dear, I love you more