My Father by Henry Chapin

MY FATHER

I took my father for granted
never thought him courageous,
A clean watchful man
who never raised his voice;
never stood at a barricade
but quietly held his course.
Never unjust to the young,
never betrayed his trust.
Secret in his love.

Now I know
the small disciplines of day by day
spoke for a valiant heart.

— Henry Chapin

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