I love you, Dad

As the bird trims her to the gale,
     I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
     obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
“Lowly faithful, banish fear
     right onward drive unharmed;
the port, well worth the cruise, is near,
     and every wave is charmed.”
                ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson