There are no monuments to my father
Few people knew his name
Fewer still knew his calling
No silver stars, no hero's walk of fame.
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His name is not printed in the annuals of the famous
No banker ever considered his worth
And no king in his palace notified
When God in His wisdom gave my father birth.
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But, Oh to those who knew my father
To those who called my father friend
And to those of us who called him family
His gifts to us will have a never ending end.
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Those hands that held each child in safety
A voice that rang out with words of love
Each of us knew we were treasured
And each day closed with thanks to God above.
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My mom and dad were a team of loving parents
And gave each child their sense of worth and pride
And enfolded each in arms of love and caring
In God's word they taught us to trust and abide.
~~~~susan w. hiatt