The Phone Call

A boy and a girl were talking to each other on the phone about their father one day and sharing memories of their childhood.

The girl said that she remembered her dad always taking care of her family, working hard for lots of hours for small pay to provide food, shelter, warmth and happiness.

The boy said he remembered his dad sharing his food with him and his sister and going without himself and how he was always giving a helping hand to other people.

The girl said that she always remembered how much her father loved her mother and how he loved to laugh and sing.

The boy said that he remembered how much his father loved his mother too and was such a great whistler.

The girl said I am getting weepy. The boy replied I am too.

The girl said I love you. The boy said I love you too.

As he hung up the phone the boy had this thought.

Dear Lord I give thanks to you in all that you do,
And in all these years,
And through all the tears,
Our dads love still comes through.

And if I stray,
As I am afraid I may,
Please forgive me,
As to you I pray.

And though the gift was short,
I learned true love can't be bought,
And from heaven,
We were given such a lot.

And I pray today that those who may,
Tell their dad I love you in some simple way,
As into their heart they gather,
Memories of the man who is there father.