By E. Carvel Campbell
’Tis your birthday today, Dad; I’m thinking of you,
Tho’ I’m not there to tell you my thoughts
Or to give you my wishes, or help bring you joy.
I know you won’t say, “He forgot.”
You’re older today, Dad; the years passing by
Add care, as is shown on your brow –
You’ve struggled to help me, I’ve caused you much pain –
I can see what you’ve done for me now.
Yes, I’m thinking of Mother today, as are you,
How she’s suffered and worried for me.
But as Mother has suffered, you, Daddy, have toiled –
You, dear Father, and dear Mother, she.
I’m glad, you’ve helped me. The thoughts you have given
Are chiseled in me as in stone.
I’m happy to think of the blessings I’ve had
Given freely by you, dear, alone.
Today, Dad, I hope someone cheers you along,
That you’ll have joy and happiness, too.
I hope you’ll have many bright birthdays to come –
I thank God for a father like you.