This man who was my Father,
Who's still so close to me;
He died with such great courage
And Faith for all to see.

He was always humbly greatful
For all his happiness,
Yet he had many stormy days
And periods of real stress.

I learned from his example
How to savour every day
By living as God wishes
In an unselfish way.

He taught me very early
How to ride above the storm,
That there are always "Loving Hands"
On which we can be born.

His teachings are still with me
And will be, to the end
For he was both a Father,
Loving companion and friend.

We loved each other dearly
In a very special way,
His guidance was invaluable
In my living, day by day.

I'm proud to be the daughter
Of this dear and loving man
And I'll try to emulate him
In my life, if I can.

Cast your bread upon the waters
He often used to say,
So to his dear and loving memory,
I'll try to do, each day.