Your weary hands have lovingly picked me up,
at the end of a hard day's work.
There are not enough words to simply express,
how much your love is worth.
Upon you, I have depended,
Whenever problems and worries got me down,
Having you as a Dad has been a blessing,
And I'm so grateful that you are around.
The memories I have, stored away in my mind,
are memories of the best of times.
And memories of you, especially,
are of the very dearest kind.
You taught me how to stand alone,
should you have to go away;
You taught me how to rely upon myself,
and to live my life, from day to day.
You taught me kindness,
in my treatment of others.
You taught me respect,
for my sisters and brothers.
Your once strong voice, now trembles as you speak,
Your hair has turned silverish gray,
But, for me, I still see you with childlike eyes,
And shall love you, Dad, forever and a day.
(c) ~Sandra Lewis Pringle~