The role of fathers, we must confess,
Is fantastic in every way, no less.
They're the wings that let the family soar,
Quietly working, demanding nothing more.
Their love shines through in every way,
In agitations, anger, and night and day.
Always there, teaching life's reality,
Their dreams and wants, kept with humility.
Their worries often remain untold,
Yet their tenacity is a stronghold.
Through life's storms and every test,
They stand strong until their final rest.
In a hurry, with days numbered, they see,
Expecting greatness from you and me.
For no one knows their final hour's cue,
Their empathy and resilience, tried and true.
To our family, they're heroes, it's clear,
The greatest dads, we hold them dear.
This dedication, to my late father, I send,
For he was our hero, our guiding friend.
