Children hardly know or guess
The love their fathers can’t express
With thoughts he seldom said aloud,
His heart is warm, his feeling proud.
They do not fully understand
His wisdom and his guiding hand,
They do not know each helpful word
Holds love unspoken, hope unheard.
Yet as the busy years roll past,
They come to understand at last
The worries and the fears he knew
The problem times he pulled them
through.
They finally learn the full extent
Of what a father’s love has meant
And realize how great it’s been
To
have a father just like him.
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