He is one never to ask, for a simple thank you.
One who may never boast, for his precious attitude.
He is one with few to say, one whose day is far from dismay.
He just goes on quietly working, with seldom dreams.
He has little wants, but a massive need.
Us, his family.
He is one to share happiness, one who will not remind gloom.
He is there, a firm foundation.
One on which I have situated dreams.
His shoulders able to carry, the weight of my life.
A weight full of stubborn, surprising cries.
A true friend we can turn to, one who can support.
He is one of our greatest blessing. He is the man I call Dad.