I just want you to know you mean the world to me Only a heart as dear as yours would give so unselfishly.
The many things you've done, all the times that you were there, Helps me know deep down inside how much you really care.
Even though I might not say it, I appreciate all you do So richly blessed is how I feel for having a father just like you.
Only a dad with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see him come and to hear his voice. Only a dad with a brood of four, One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife, Bearing the whips and the scorns of life, With never a whimper of pain or hate, For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd, Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn, And bearing it all for the love of them. Only a dad but he gives his all, To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim The deeds that his father did for him. This is the line that for him I pen: Only a dad, but the best of men.
As a little girl I look up to you walking in your steps was all that I knew. The games we played, the times we've shared you've shown in everything, the way you've cared.
The older I got, the more I knew the joy it was to be with you. You've always been around for me and always loved me unconditionally.
You've often shown me right from wrong and taught me to be meek and strong. Your patience and your gentle care was everlasting and always there.
A young lady I soon grew up to be and academics I accomplished successfully. With all your love and all your praise a successful woman you surely did raise.
Dad, in writing this I just wanted to say how much I love you in every way. You'll always be the king of my heart because you were my love from the very first start.
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My father wasn’t always the best dad But he did the best he could And I wasn’t always the best son But my dad always understood
We didn’t always see eye to eye And I argued way too much When I grew up and moved away I didn’t always keep in touch
But as we both grew older We grew closer as father and son I found out what being a Dad was like And understood the things he had done
God called him home several years ago And the memories at time make me sad But I know he’ll always love me Because he’s forever, my Dad.
My Hero is the quiet type, No marching bands, no media hype, But through my eyes it's plain to see, A hero, God has sent to me.
With gentle strength and quiet pride, All self concern is set aside, To reach out to our fellow man, And be there with a helping hand.
Heroes are a rarity, With all they give and all they do, I'll bet the thing you never knew, My quiet hero has always been you.
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