The Box

On the top shelf in the closet,
 In the workshop where he spent his extra time
 Was a dust wooden box that I had never noticed till that time
 And we set 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 from 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
 Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way
 But that night I began to see the softer side of some I had lost
 I saw the love he kept inside the first time we opened up the box
 There was a picture that was taken, when he and Mom were dating
 Standing by his 1944, and the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptised
 I guess no one understood him like the Lord
 And the poem that he had written, about his wife and children
 The tender words he spoke were quite a shock
 We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
 But that was long before we found the box
 Yes that was long before we found the box