To the fathers
To the fathers
born on the day
Their children entered the world.
To the fathers
Spending every waking hour
Toiling and planning, saving and spending
To present their children better futures
Than their own pasts.
To the fathers
Shunning stifling norms,
Teaching boys to be kind
And moulding wings for
Their little girls to fly
To the fathers
Who are there,
At each and every step,
arms outstretched,
So when you fall,
you don’t hit the ground.
To the fathers
Worn and torn,
Unable to take another step
But willing to bleed a little more
For a smile on their little one’s face.
To the fathers
Guiding and leading
Cheering and lifting
Cracking bad dad jokes and
Showing the ways of the world
In the same breath.
To the super dads
And the ones out of breath,
Dizzy and drenched in sweat.
Thank you.
Your blood, sweat, and tears are not going unnoticed.
Your drive to provide and protect is not going unnoticed.
Your deep love is not going unnoticed.
You are seen.
You are loved.
You are cherished.
And you mean the world to us.
Love,
All the daddy’s little girls and boys.
While the women in my life played a big role in making me who I am today (not saying I am a big deal!) It’s my father who played one of the most central roles in my growth and development. The one who raised me to be strong against all odds. The one who pushed me even when I resisted, because he is the biggest believer in my potential. The one person who will give me honest feedback (that I reluctantly take) to keep me grounded. I can’t thank God enough for blessing me with such an amazing father. This poem is for him and the millions of other unsung heroes inside dad suits. They don’t get enough appreciation for what they do.
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