Father I Love You

Father, I love you, though we never talked of love Appropriately, we did what out of love was composed Traded looks, talked and sensitive the tide between us flows Hugs were rare, but you rubbed my head, spoke great things Encouraging a disposition of confidence in me Regal all the while, I patterned you, aloof of mutterings Incontrovertibly, you excelled in that sufficing individuality Legally saged, you banked emotions in stocks of poetry Orchestra of the village choir, pen upon the paper, genius aspired Virtue, and virtue made me walk humbly in the village syill Emulating that same witty humor, and efface of self Yielding where the need was great, submitting self to pain Onerous though the burdens were, your spirit great shed Utility in every gift of service, in every act of uplifting, I love you still.