The daughter is the feminine side of the father;
The son, the father in a younger version;
The father loves them both;
But expresses it differently.
He may not cuddle his child like the mother does;
But that doesn’t mean he has no affection for him;
He watches over the kid with hawk-like eyes;
Ever ready to come to his rescue come what may.
Tenderness is a trait every father has;
Although we may not see it in his actions;
But if only you would take time and look into his eyes;
You would realize he loves you more than you think.
Our mothers are irreplaceable and so are our fathers;
Their firmness and strength of character is to keep us safe;
Mothers bear our pain with us;
But the father’s touch takes the pain away.
So whenever he scolds or shouts in anger;
And you run away crying;
He cries with you in his heart;
And feels your hurt in his quietude.
A father’s love, who can understand?
Strong and firm, harsh but kind;
Not always expressive but always present;
His love is felt most in his silence.