I Can’t Stop loving you.

The bird is in the sky

To my dads on Father's Day,

On both of whom we both depend:

My daughter reinvents my themes.

Years pass, and well-wrought love remains.

Dads are saviors, straight or gay,

Always where our oceans end,

Deliverers of desperate dreams,

Solid land where sunshine reigns.

How lucky to have had so good a father!

On us his warm, unstinting sun long shone.

We were, of his hardworking life, the center,

Loved for the pure joy of love alone.

Uncanny are the requisites of pleasure,

Coming as they do within the will.

Knowing well where lay his greatest treasure,

Years on years of love he labored still.