A father

His sacrifices are beyond measure, Hidden in his actions, Like a guiding light, Away, striving to provide, Not valued, but appreciated. Time with his loved ones, Few and far between, Yet, his care keeps flowing, Guardian angel, always there, Though seldom seen. Hero, daughter's first love, Out there, sweat drenched. His presence is a comfort, A source of safety and strength. His words are lessons, His memories, a treasure, His strength and resolve, Hidden behind a smile. His laughter, a symphony, In a world that can be harsh and unforgiving, A father's love is a shelter in the storm. His laughter, a melody that warms the soul. Constance K Zhakata