The Box

On the top shelf in the closet

In the workshop where he spent his extra time

Was a dust wooden box that I had never noticed till that time

And we set on the table and carefully we opened up the top

And stared into the memory

Daddy kept inside the box

There was a letter from mamma when she went out to Reno

To help her sister out in 62

And a flower from Hawaii when they went on vacation

It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew

And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day

Years ago I thought it had been lost

We all thought his heart was made from solid rock

But that was long before we found the box

I guess we always knew it but I love you was hard for him to say

Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way

But that night I began to see the softer side of some I had lost

I saw the love he kept inside the first time we opened up the box

There was a picture that was taken when he and Mom were dating

Standing by his 1944 and the faded leather Bible he got when he was baptised

I guess no one understood him like the Lord

And the poem that he had written about his wife and children

The tender words he spoke were quite a shock

We all thought his heart was made of solid rock

But that was long before we found the box

Yes that was long before we found the box