Fatherhood
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The silent worry in the late-night dark,
A heavy weight, a lonely, burning spark.
The child's soft breathing, a rhythm slow and deep,
While fathers watch, and promises they keep.
The weary shoulders, burdened with the need,
To plant the hopes and nurture every seed.
The scraped-up knees, the lessons learned too late,
The quiet fears that seal a father's fate.
But in the chaos, where the triumphs lie,
A tiny hand that waves, a loving eye.
The first unsteady steps, a fearless fall,
A father's grip, to catch and hold them all.
The laughter echoes through the sunlit room,
A brilliant bloom dispelling every gloom.
A graduation cap, a tear-filled gaze,
The pride that lifts him up through all his days.
He sees his face in a new, young, hopeful view,
The man he was, and the man he's becoming, too.
And in the mirror of the child's success,
The father's story finds its truest blessedness.
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