A man of few words
He's resolute and quite stoic
A monument to all men
Since the age Mesozoic
A certain generation
Confined and restrained
Hurdles aplenty
But they never complained
Tho there's sentiments few
Between this child and parent
Words are not needed
When trust is inherent
Yet divine and quite saint-like
Are such apt descriptors
Those rare words are sacred
As the holiest scripture
He is husband and father
Above all mostly friend
My hero of heroes
And on him I depend
I am taught without tension
I am guided with kindness
He sets standards of purpose
With sincere open mind-ness
In the moment he is present
With advice he is fair
He is generous to fault
For it's his nature to care
I am who I am
For the example he sets
To stay true to your values
Waste no time on regrets
And though he is burdened
More than one can think of
He's beyond dedicated
To his only true love
And yet should he falter
I stand at the ready
To bolster his spirits
To ensure he is steady
I may never stop singing
Of his praises and glory
My partner, my father
I need no end to our story...