When I think of your family and the relationships you all had with your dad I thought of a poem I had recently read and want to share it with you all, I know it is a picture of your dad. Father Poem The poem is in praise of a father who does not sing his own praises and therefore others sing his. Dad © Karen K. Boyer He never looks for praises He's never one to boast He just goes on quietly working For those he loves the most His dreams are seldom spoken His wants are very few And most of the time his worries Will go unspoken too He's there.... A firm foundation Through all our storms of life A sturdy hand to hold to In times of stress and strife A true friend we can turn to When times are good or bad One of our greatest blessings, The man that we call Dad.