Never a Spoken Word

It’s a pity that you knew not,
Of my deepest love,
And I am so sorry that you left early,
For that place so far above.

It’s a shame I never said the things,
I felt in my heart,
But aren’t all dads wary of such expression,
That a son about love would impart.

It’s a tragedy that you have gone now,
Unaware of my caring,
And surely I could have thanked you earlier,
For that opportunity we were sharing?

And the sadness in me wells today,
About things I left unsaid,
So from a son to his beloved father,
In Heaven, I hope I am well read.