The Love of a Father

October 4, 2017
By Anonymous

The Love of a Father


Through his eyes she was never inconsequential.
She was the most precious jewel in his life.
Understanding that no one is quintessential, he stayed by her side when she needed comforting and redirecting, no matter when.
His shoes were still too big for her miniscule feet, yet inimitable to her wild imagination.
He watched her grow into a magnificent young woman as tears streaked past his proud smile.
She stole his sturdy body and forgiving heart.
She grew up admiring his wonderful character, but a sense of pain from the past hid in his heart, even over the numbing laughter.
After all the days he held her close and kissed the top of her head, after every life lesson she would never forget, she remembers how it used to be.
She remembers the happiness he gave through his life and love for her, all the hard work he achieved with his big, callused hands.

It was all for her.
The apple of his eye, the pure happiness, the cure to his weariness.
His daughter.


The author's comments:

My dad is one of the most important people in my life. He is my rock, and although I cannot fill his shoes now I hope to be half the person he is one day. He knows what pain is, yet he overcame so much so that my sister and I would know happiness, peace, and most importantly the love he has for us. He will be and always has been my role model -my inspiration.


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mydecipher said...
on Oct. 10 2017 at 9:23 pm
This is beautiful. It’s so deep and you can tell the author has a strong connection with her father.

on Oct. 6 2017 at 10:01 pm
ordinary_fools_ GOLD, Overland Park , Kansas
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this is so beautiful


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