He never looks for praises.
He's never one to boast.
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most.
His dreams are seldom spoken.
His wants are very few,
And most of the time his worries
Will go unspoken, too.
He's there...a firm foundation
Through all our storms of life,
A sturdy hand to hold onto
In times of stress and strife.
A true friend we can turn to
When times are good or bad.
One of our greatest blessings,
The man that we call Dad.
I was born blind. I, like my father, had congenital (at birth) bilateral (both sides) cataracts. My vision was far worse than dad's though. My dad was always there (along with my mom) to...
Silent, Strong Dad
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author.
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Thank you for sharing - my mother passed away very suddenly as well, from a hemorrhagic stroke, in November of the same year. One moment, we were chatting away and then the next, she was gone....There will always be a hole in my heart that will never be filled, but we can take comfort in knowing that our parents are in a better place.