A Father’s Love

In the quiet hush of night, I recall those tender hours,

When my father’s arms held me with unspoken power.

Long after the day’s burdens had settled into rest,

He wrapped me close, my safe place, my stead.

After long hours of work, when weariness pressed deep,

He drew me to his chest, where I could fall asleep.

Without a word, he gave me reassurance—

A love so strong, it needed no utterance.

I think of those nights when I drifted unaware,

And he kissed my forehead, gentle, rare.

A gesture so small, yet it spoke endlessly—

Of love unspoken, and bonds that roam free.

How many times did I feel that warmth thread,

Tying my heart to his in a silence well-fed?

Now, as I look back, I see it more clear:

That love, so timeless, is always near.

In memory’s hold, I still feel his embrace,

Strength, comfort, devotion—his steady grace.

For in those quiet nights, I found my peace:

A father’s love, eternal, that will never cease.