I wrote this for Father's day a few years ago. We don't like to talk about our feelings much; we're both just very stoic in that respect. So that's why I wrote this. :)


You were always a man of many words
Without having said them
Through timeless silence

I heard you

Every laugh
And disappointment

It was your eyes
Of a self-made man
Stoic
But soft with pride
As you watched a new life
Eyes I may never be deafened by

Every smile
Every stern word

From the years of a child I always felt warm hands
 Even before your arms outstretched
 Through a voice hard to come by
Timeless
Like a sieve in the sand

Without words
I felt you

And I remember

When you would carry me down the stairs and tuck me in at night
And managed to make me burst with laughter
(That one time when you didn’t hold on so tight )

Or when you would hold me in your arms down the snow
When I was too scared to go alone
Cascading into your arms every time you made it home
And every year after
Of slowly letting go

An unknown understanding
The silent eyes
Of father and daughter
Stoic to some
Like a wolf to his young

Protecting

Your eyes told me what no words could
A daughter’s eyes
Once naive
                                                                      
Now a bit wiser
Staring back, reply

    “ I love you”

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