A Father’s Embrace

In shadows of my heart, a tender truth resides

A love both cherished and a wound that hides.

My father, once a beacon, with kindness rare

Taught me warmth in ways few others share.

He saw me not through fault or fleeting gaze

But in the gentle light of his endless praise.

Yet, as the years drift on and time unfolds

The silence speaks of a story untold.

The longing for a father’s steadfast grace

For a love that doesn’t wane or leave a trace.

I yearn for days when we could simply be

Bound by a bond of pure integrity.

His absence cuts where no one else can see

An ache for what should have been, and could still be.

I seek a figure, steadfast, without guise

To fill the emptiness with no disguise.

Yet still, I hold the kindness he bestowed

A flicker of the love that once brightly glowed.

In the quiet ache of longing, I find peace

And hope that in this heartache, there’s release.