The Real Light

THE REAL LIGHT, MY FATHER

He loves, He endures,
and doesn't say a word.
We ask, he gives
and loves us even more. 
We are not complacent,
He can't help but pry.
We are irresponsible,
He is prudent and docile.
We get scared,
he daunts like a spirit Jedi.

He is the silver lining,

the one that always shines.


We think he is led by duty,
But he is led by love and pride.
He gives us wings to fly,
and counsels when we are too high.
He inspires, never grandioses, 
He loves so fully, our heart only now realizes.
He understands our language,
relevant and extraneous, all the same.
Then why do we live so to let his love and pride,
all go in vain?
He picks us up, when we are low;
He thrashes us down when we're too high;
And then we take, just one fine Sunday,
To thank him for the hard work he has done,
all our lives?
We hale, get pallid,
He holds our hand.
We laugh, we cry,
He stays right there.

His shadow, 
A synonym of comfort;
His build,
a synonym of strength and trust
His eyes,
synonyms of age and love;
He, himself, a synonym of perfection.

Thank You, Dad
Happy Fathers Day.