A small hand tucks itself into yours.
The lightest touch and your soul soars.
Your eyes within a tiny face,
Each smile bringing a state of grace.
The work is hard, the hours so long.
The whispers of fear in a world so wrong.
Must protect and love them well,
How they will fare you cannot tell.
I wonder do they notice when you don’t sleep?
Small sacrifice for a promise to keep.
Do they know that you’re not mad?
Exhaustion is what makes your world so bad.
Yes they notice and yes they care.
They’ll tuck you in and stroke your hair.
They know that Daddy works so hard,
And sometimes only needs a card.
A reminder that the seeds you planted,
Never take your love for granted.
That as time passes and how well they grow,
They remember the love and strength you show.
Family is as family does,
They do know how their Father loves.
When your day is long and spirit beat,
Allow yourself this small retreat.
That when those eyes close at night,
They know love and they know right.
When each smiles at you in their own way,
Then every day is Father’s Day.
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