The Father

In the quiet strength of his steady gaze,

A good father's love, a guiding blaze.

His hands, calloused yet gentle and sure,

Crafting dreams with wisdom pure.

With each word spoken, a lesson imparted,

In his embrace, fears are departed.

He stands tall, a beacon of honor and might,

Guiding through darkness, casting light.

In the depths of his heart, a love so deep,

A promise to cherish, to guard and keep.

Through laughter and tears, through joys and fears,

A good father's presence, steadfast and near.

For in his embrace, we find our place,

A refuge of warmth, a steady embrace.

A good father's love, steadfast and true,

A pillar of strength, always shining through.

In the strength of his hands, stories unfold,

A good father's love, steadfast and bold.

With patience he listens, with wisdom he guides,

Through life's challenges, by our side.

In his laughter, echoes joy profound,

A beacon of hope, in moments profound.

With courage he leads, with grace he cares,

A shield against life's uncertain dares.

In his eyes, a vision of dreams he inspires,

A mentor, a hero, whose love never tires.

In his embrace, warmth and safety reside,

A bond unbreakable, forever tied.

For a good father's love, enduring and pure,

A gift beyond measure, steadfast and sure.

In every heartbeat, his love will endure,

A guiding force, forever secure.