Although he could not say with words

The love he felt inside,
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride.

He never said I love you,
But he came to every game.
Even in defeat, his son knew
He loved him just the same.


He'd pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair.

When he graduated college,
I love you wasn't said.
He smiled as he shook his hand,
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead.

When his son went to war,
He trembled as he spoke,
And brushing away the tears,
He made a little joke.

Now, his son's come home,
And he stands with eyes downcast.
His hands stroking the coffin,
Saying I love you son at last!