My hero was the quiet type
No marching bands, no media hype.
But through my eyes, it was plain to see
A hero, God sent to me.
With gentle strength and quiet pride
All self concern was set aside.
To reach out to our fellow man
And be there with a helping hand.
Heros are a rarity
A blessing to humanity
With all they give and all they do
I'll hope the thing he always knew
He was my quiet hero...yes daddy, it was you.
Today would have been his birthday...
he is greatly missed.