On the top shelf in the closet, in the workshop where he spent his extra time
Was a dusty wooden box I had never noticed till that time
Then we set it on the table and carefully we opened up the top
And stared into the memory, Daddy kept inside the box
There was a letter from Mamma, when she went out to Reno to help her sister out in 62
And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew
And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day
Years ago, I thought it had been lost
We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box
I guess we always knew it_but "I love you" was hard for him to say
