Dear Father

His hands, once strong, now marked by time, Have built our world, a silent, humble climb. With little given, he gave his all, Answering tirelessly every family call. The early rise, the weary tread, For every mouth that needed to be fed. He carried burdens, unseen, untold, A silent guardian, braver than gold. No grand pronouncements, no boastful plea, Just steady effort, for you and for me. Each sacrifice, a silent prayer, Woven into the life we share. Though years have etched lines on his face, His love remains, an unchanging grace. A quiet strength, a guiding star, No matter how near or how far. My dear father, as the days unfold, Your story's worth more than silver or gold. Thank you for everything, for all you've done, You are appreciated, my dearest one. And if, one day, I stand as tall, And answer life's demanding call, With half the heart, the strength, the grace, I'd know I've found my rightful place.