Do you notice the way he smiles
that crooked grin with a toothless gap
Do you listen to the sound of his voice
the way he talks when he’s playing
Do you savour the fragrance of his cologne
the envelope of a familiar, warm comfort
Do you see the lines on his face
the years of hard work and stories untold
Do you speak your mind so carelessly
intentionally hurting him but you think
that he should be able to handle it?
Since after all,
he is your father.
And you, his daughter.
The weight he must carry on his shoulders
even at 50
Do you know the harsh realities behind those smiles
Do you think about the tensions behind his cussing
Do you take this safety blanket for granted
Do you witness the way he lounges on the couch, immensely exhausted
Do you still speak your mind so freely,
thinking he would be able to handle it
he is your dad.
the silent worker
the one who is often less appreciated
but the one, who will stand by you
all the same.
just stringing together the thoughts i had in my head last night & a little something something before i start on my school work.