Sometimes I wonder
Who am I without my father?
What would my life be?
I find it hard to believe
I hope in all of the universe he is my father
I am grateful, happy, and blessed to have him
Only in his embrace I felt warmer
His the only one that can fill my heart to the brim
He sacrifices so much for us
He has some toughness
When it come to us
He become selfless
Forever thankful to have a father like him
Having fun with him, is wholesome
No one knows me best than him
When its my turn ill repays him
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Author:
kluoxe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2026 08:04
- Category: family
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- In collections: All Kings Poems.
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Comments2
Your words carry quiet strength, a heartbeat of gratitude and love that can’t be measured.
The tenderness and respect you hold for him shines, raw and unguarded, like sunlight through a window.
There is strength in the recognition of another's strengths, wisdom in seeing their wisdom, and love in seeing their love. A wonderful tribute highlighted by a desire to be like them and pass it on. Copying someone is the highest form of flattery. Nicely done
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