A Father's Love

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.