Father

Father

by S. E. Kiser

When all my other debts are paid

My greatest debt will yet be due

For sacrifices you have made

And cares that I have brought to you.

I have been slow to understand

The patience and the love and pride

With which for my sake you have planned,

Your own ambitions put aside.

When others have withheld from me

The praise that I have longed to hear,

You, Father, have been quick to see

And glad to speak the word of cheer.

With eager efforts you have sought

To smooth my paths and make them fair,

Unselfishly expecting naught

In payment for your tender care.

I have been slow to learn, but now,

With recollections that are sweet,

I braid a laurel for your brow

And lay my tribute at your feet.