Heartstrings of a Father
Beneath the watchful skies of dawn, a father softly stands,
With heartstrings made of tenderness, and ever-open hands.
His presence is a melody, a song of endless care,
A symphony of guidance, that lingers in the air.
In the quiet of the evening, as stars begin to gleam,
A father’s love surrounds us, like a softly woven dream.
His strength a silent whisper, his patience like the sea,
In his embrace, we find the space to be just who we be.
With every story shared at dusk, with every word of praise,
He lights the paths before us, in countless loving ways.
His sacrifices silent, his hopes a hidden fire,
In his unwavering support, we find our hearts’ desire.
Today we honor fathers, the heroes in our lives,
The steady hands that lead us, where inspiration thrives.
For in their love, we flourish, like flowers in the sun,
Forever in their shadow, until our days are done.
