A man must labor all his life
But what makes him a success
Is how he lived while he was here
That seperates him from the rest
My father lived humble all his life
But what really made him great
Was how he loved while he was here
And the difference his love did make
He never missed mass, devoted and true
And if we were at home, we better go too
Together we prayed, and I'll never forget
His undying faith, and the values he set
Time passes on, as time only can
I really miss him and often feel sad
But feel privileged to have known so great a man
And more humbled to know he was my dad
Kathleen West
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-dad/
