On Father's day, I send no card,
I left my face toards my Loard.
Then I talk to Him, and Daddy too,
God called him home and left me blue.
Tho time has passed since he went away,
I miss him more and more each day.

His guiding had was so much help,
I follow his foot prints step-by-step.
When I grow up I want to be,
all that Dad has been to me.
His pleasant smile still gives me joy,
tho he is seperated from his job.

by Iva Ridgway