A Father's Love
In quiet strength, a mountain’s spine,
You stood before me, broad and deep,
Your hands, maps of toil and time,
Yet always found the path to keep.
Before I walked, you built my cane,
Then let me stumble, steady, true.
When tears fell loud, you stayed the rain,
Your silence louder than the blue.
You traded words for deeds, I see—
A hammer’s swing, a fire lit right,
The way you braved the storm to be
The shelter of the night.
Your voice, a compass, never cracked,
Though inside, the tempest roared.
You carved my limits, then respect—
A fence to guard, but love uncaged.
Now time has turned the roles we played,
I see the years in your slow gait.
Your strength, a river, still welling, swayed—
Yet in your eyes, the world’s first light.
No verse could hold the depths you’ve given,
But this: A father’s love is love
That builds a soul, not just a heaven—
And learns to fly through the child it gave.
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Beautiful sentiment in this poem of a father's love for his child and how he shows it. Nicely crafted it tells its tale well in complete clarity. A fave
Thank you, Soren. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are most welcome
Beautiful.
Thank you.Thomas. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem,
A fine write, friendship. Well crafted.
Thankyou.Jerry. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem,
My friend, this resonates deeply. The idea of love shown through presence, restraint, and action rather than words feels so true. It reminds me how the quiet forms of love often shape us the most. Thank you for this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, Tristan. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are most welcome, my friend.
A lovely write F. It's a very 'claustrophobic' feeling to lose a loved, and loving, parent.
Thank you
a beautifully written poem indeed, and very touching.
one to favour and keep close to.
Thank you.I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
I wish I could have written this. My own Dad was a giant of honesty and hard work, my Mother was gone before my ninth birthday. But what really resonates is how my Daughter's Mother abandoned us and left me to try to be the Father that mine was. Wendy has been mu true light and we shared the closeness you speak of, carrying us both. Thank you for putting it to verse. Just brilliant.
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