A Father's Love

A father’s love, so deep, so wide,
Like rivers vast, it cannot hide,
In quiet deeds and steadfast care,
It lingers in the evening air.

He walks the world with silent grace,
His heart a compass, strong in place,
With every word and every glance,
He leads us through life’s fleeting dance.

He is the rock beneath our feet,
A constant, steady, sure retreat,
His actions speak in ways profound,
With every move, he’s always around.

The years go by, but still he stays,
A guiding force through nights and days,
His voice, though soft, rings clear as gold,
A legacy in stories told.

A father’s love, not bound by time,
Is etched in moments, pure, sublime,
Through sleepless nights and days of rain,
He holds us close, endures the strain.

He teaches strength, though never loud,
His wisdom rests within the crowd,
A quiet warrior, full of might,
Who shields us all from darkest night.

His love is in the chores he does,
The long, hard hours that none discuss,
In fixing things that break or fall,
His care’s in every task, no small.

He lifts us when we cannot rise,
He holds us when the world denies,
His hands, so gentle, brush away
The pain, the fear, the storm of day.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
A father gives, though he's been sought,
He sacrifices, without a sound,
And wears his worries, without a frown.

Though words may fail to voice his part,
A father’s love is felt in heart,
It’s in the smallest gestures made,
The love he gives, the price he’s paid.

In moments soft, his heart beats near,
A quiet echo, calm and clear,
He’s there when joy and sorrow meet,
A steady pulse beneath our feet.

A father’s love is full of grace,
He never seeks the perfect place,
He stands beside us in our fears,
And wipes away the hidden tears.

He asks for little, gives so much,
His love, so deep, a constant touch,
He hides his pain, he shields the weak,
His actions louder than words speak.

He’s patient with each step we take,
No matter how much time it’ll take,
He sees in us what we can’t see,
A future bright, a legacy.

The world may change, the times may roll,
But fathers keep a steady goal,
To guide us forward, show the way,
And love us more with each new day.

When life’s demands seem far too great,
A father stands, and won’t abate,
He holds us close, and lifts us high,
A beacon ‘neath the darkest sky.

As years unfold and we grow tall,
A father’s love is still our call,
He’s there in moments, soft, unseen,
The silent strength that’s always been.

And when the days of time are done,
When seasons fade, and night’s begun,
The love he gave will always stay,
A light that guides us on our way.

So here’s to fathers, kind and true,
To all the things they say and do,
To every sacrifice they make,
For love’s own sake, for children’s sake.

Though words may fail to show our thanks,
Know that in hearts, there’s no blank space,
A father’s love, forever near,
Is felt in silence, loud and clear.

In every whisper of the wind,
In every moment, we begin,
The love he gives is never gone,
It’s in our hearts, it lingers on.

For fathers shape us, build our wings,
They teach us what true love can bring,
Their legacy will never fade,
In every life, their love’s displayed.

So let us cherish, let us hold,
The fathers strong, the fathers bold,
For in their hearts, we see the sun,
Their love, the thread that makes us one.