The Silent Strength (A Poem on the Sacrifice of a Father)
He rises before the sun can yawn,
With weary eyes and shoulders drawn,
No trumpets sound, no cheers arise,
Yet in his toil, a hero lies.
He walks through storms with steady feet,
So children sleep with dreams so sweet,
He bears the weight none else can see,
And trades his youth so they stay free.
His hands are rough, his pockets thin,
Yet rich in love, he stores within.
The shoes he buys are not his size—
They're small, but fit his child’s sunrise.
He hides his tears behind a smile,
And laughs though pain may stay awhile.
He builds with hope, and bleeds with grace,
A legacy time can't erase.
He teaches not with grand displays,
But in the quiet, faithful ways.
In every “yes,” in every “no,”
He plants the seeds his children grow.
And though the world may not applaud,
He earns the favor of his God.
For in his silence, strength is loud—
A father’s love, both fierce and proud.
So here’s to him, the one who gave
His dreams so ours would be made brave.
No greater gift than this I find—
The sacrifice of a father kind.
