Father's are wonderful people,
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should.
For somehow Father seems to be
the man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
and nurses all our ills.
And Father struggles daily
to live up to his image
As protector and provider
and the hero of the scrimmage.
And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad's heart,
where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental
and as soft as he can be.
But he's so busy every day
in the grueling race of life
That he leaves the sentimental stuff
to his partner and his wife.
But fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and to bring them happiness.
And like our heavenly Father,
he's a guardian and a guide-
Someone we can count on
to be always on our side.

by: Helen Steiner Rice

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