In the bike tire pumped up,
the whole patched
the oiled chain.
In the dresser moved
the nail pounded
the picture hung with care.
In the tossed ball
the tractor ride
the night spent in the backyard tent.
In the discipline, we are none to happy to receive
In the look of approval or praise, so often times missed
In the unheard thoughts, that words can never express.
A Father's Unspoken love really does exist.
Just look to see what you may have missed.
