Father's Are Precious
A father's love is strong and true,
A bond that lasts the ages through.
A heart that's full of love and pride,
A rock to lean on by our side.
A father's hand is there to guide,
To help us through life's stormy tide.
A voice of wisdom, calm and clear,
A friend to soothe away each fear.
A father's sacrifice we know,
The countless ways he helps us grow.
His strength and courage stand so tall,
A shining light, through it all.
A father's love is like a flame,
That burns forever, just the same.
So let us cherish, love, and care,
For fathers are so precious and rare.
About the Creator
Laiba Amir
Just a silent observer, here to write my own thoughts using different characters.
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