MY FATHER TAUGHT ME



My Father Taught Me

My father taught me,

not just with words,

but through the quiet weight

of his presence,

the subtle shaping of his actions.

He showed me strength

in the tenderness of his touch,

in the way his hands,

weathered and worn,

cradled my dreams,

and held them close to his heart.

He taught me courage,

not through tales of heroism,

but by facing each day,

with unwavering resolve,

despite the weight of the world

upon his shoulders.

My father taught me

the power of silence,

the beauty in stillness,

as we sat side by side,

content in the quietude

of our shared moments,

no words needed,

just the warmth of connection.

He taught me patience,

in the way he listened,

without judgment or haste,

letting my thoughts unfold

at their own pace,

gently guiding me

with a steady hand.

My father taught me

what I didn't know,

not by preaching lessons,

but by living them,

a quiet embodiment

of love, strength, and wisdom,

etched into the very fabric

of my being.