Tribute

A freckled, snub-nosed youngster came To me one day and said: "I've just been thinking, sitting there, Thinking about my Dad;

Not as my father, but—you know— As people—man to man!" And then the earnest eyes looked out Across the freckles' tan— Came back to look deep into mine. I felt a moment's awe— Yesterday's boy was growing up, And so much there I saw!

“Well, next to, maybe, Lincoln, he's The greatest man I know." My foolish throat was tight with pride, You see,—he's MY Dad, too!