As we celebrate Father’s Day, I find myself thinking not only about the love fathers give but the sacrifices they make in silence. This poem is for every father who traded dreams for duty, comfort for care, and ease for effort, all without asking for recognition.
The Quiet Strength
(A Poem on a Father’s Sacrifice)
He wakes before the morning light, While dreams still dance in silent flight. His coffee cool, his back is sore, Yet still, he steps outside the door.
He wears a smile, though bills run deep, He holds his doubts and never weeps. With every mile and every chore, He gives a little then some more.
That coat he wore was from last year, His boots are cracked from wear and tear. But still, he saves for shoes and books, while hiding pain behind soft looks.
He mends the bike, he paints the wall, He answers every late night call. And though his hands are rough and worn, They are gentle when his child’s heart is torn.
He won’t speak much of dreams denied, Of youthful hopes that slipped or died. He gave them up without a sound, To keep his family safe and sound.
You’ll never hear him boast or plead, He simply sees a growing need. And fills it with a steady grace. A quiet strength, a selfless face.
A Father’s Love, Measured in Silence
A father’s sacrifice isn’t always poetic at first glance. It’s in the unnoticed things: staying late at work, fixing what’s broken, missing the game to work overtime, saying “I’m fine” when he’s not. It’s in the choices he makes without applause, every one a brick laid in the foundation of his children’s future.
So today, may we honor that quiet strength.
Not just with gifts or cards, but with understanding. Not just with words, but with presence. And not just today but every day.
Happy Father’s Day.
— Written with gratitude, and for my own father too.
Blessed In Struggles 