How much I love you I can’t say,
it’s more than words can hold,
you are all at once my rich red clay,
my potter my mould.
Tours the words that shaped my voice,
the spirit within me,
yours the will that shaped my choice,
my fortune, my sign.
How lucky I was to have had you,
at the core of me,
wise and good, you always knew,
just what I could be.
And so I came to be someone,
whom I could be proud of.
For this I gave my swollen sum,
of gratitude and love.
The things you taught me I will always know,
zhou could I not? The roots have sunk so deep,
all lessons of the heart that I will keep,
no matter who I am or where I go.
Kids learn from what their parents are, and so…
You are the book of my life, the thoughts I reap,
only in your arms I quiet sleep,
under my words your voice sings soft and slow,
from you I learned the rules of right or wrong,
against which I at times had to rebel,
though the regret I carry with me still,
how lucky I am to have been loved so well,
even as I pushed against your will,
relying you taught me how to love you by,
the way that you loved me,
and by your unseen sustenance,
to see what you could see.
You gave me through who you were,
the gift of what I am,
your pride in me is now my pride,
your faith my caravan.
Your life does not end with death,
nor will it end with mine,
for all the lives I touch, you touch,
and so on through all this time,
on a father fair and strong!