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I as a father cannot express...What it means to have a son

Nor as a father to a son...Never will I be one



But what I am about to say...God blessed me in a different way

He didn't give me fatherhood...Rather I'm blessed with motherhood



So close and yet so far apart...The words expressed are from my heart

And now I'd like to tribute pay...To you, Dear Dad, on Father's Day



For greatly have you influenced me...Not only through words but, from what I see

So as I express just what I feel...You'll know from my heart this love is real



Dear Dad, as a child I tended to be...The one who would so silently

Watch everything that you would do...The qualities are matched by few



For God is ever by your side...And through your faith he did provide

The answers to the struggles we meet...God carried you on his own feet



But we all know that something gained...Strength is built where once we pained

And further we are put to test...That we might reach our very best



For a harder worker there could not be...The desire to provide for your family

And second jobs you'd often take...To insure a better life to make



No matter how hard you worked at home...You had a tendency to roam

Often the help the less fortunate souls...I now understand your unselfish goals



For you are the type who without complaint...Would pitch right in as a Latter-Day Saint

To give your all and then some more...Yes, you are the type who never kept score



Yet, silently this child watched you...On through the years and years I grew

To learn the qualities you had...Your strengths and weaknesses, Dear Dad



For with patience you've been richly blessed...I often put it to the test

But seldom did I see it part...From that great big loving heart



You also have an inner-strength...And courage that marks any length

Honesty, Humility, and Compassion too...These are other qualities that I admire in you



For with your words of encouragement and hope...You pulled me from the end of my rope

You made me laugh with little trying...When deep with pain and often crying



Yes, I am the one who while growing up...Did often overflow your cup

With the choices that I made...How on your knees, the harder you prayed



And when my schooling came to and end...came marriage and children on which to spend

The special times of their childhood...In you stepped in Grandfather-hood



So now with a family that I must raise...I took a pen in hand to praise

You, Dear Dad, and all the rest...For GOD has given us each the best



And, when my son becomes a man...I hope to pass on all I can

For no prouder mother could I be...



           Than to have my son... IN YOUR STEPS WALKS HE