A Father's Thoughts

Because I am his father, they

Expect me to put grief away;

Because I am a man, and rough

And sometimes short of speech and gruff,

The women folks at home believe

His absence does n't make me grieve;

But how I felt, they little know,

The day I smiled and let him go.

They little know the dreams I had

Long cherished for my sturdy lad;

They little guess the wrench it meant

That day when off to war he went;

They little know the tears I checked

While standing, smiling and erect;

They never heard my smothered sigh

When it was time to say good-bye.

“What does his father think and say?”

The neighbors ask from day to day.

“Oh, he's a man,” they answer then.

“And you know how it is with men.

But little do they ever say,

They do not feel the self-same way;

He seems indifferent and grim

And yet he's very proud of him.”

Indifferent and grim! Oh, heart,

Be brave enough to play the part,

Let not the grief in you be shown,

Keep all your loneliness unknown,

To you the women folks must turn

For comfort when their sorrows burn.

You must not at this time reveal

The pain and anguish that you feel.

Oh, tongue, be silent through the years,

And eyes, keep back always the tears,

And let them never see or know

My hidden weight of grief and woe.

Though every golden dream I had

Was centered in my little lad,

Alone my sorrow I must bear.

They must not know how much I care.

Though women folks may talk and weep,

A man, unseen, his grief must keep,

And hide behind his smile and pride

The loneliness that dwells inside.

And so, from day to day, I go,

Playing the part of man, although

Beneath the rough outside and grim,

I think and dream and pray for him.