My Father
My father,
Who made me, and raised me,
He seeks no gratitude, yet is my unsung hero.
He demonstrated,
How a woman should be treated.
He provided,
Even though I showed no gratitude.
He comforted,
When I felt unwell.
He read,
When I could not sleep.
He made time,
After long hours working.
He taught,
The most important lessons.
He showed,
Places that inspired my passions.
But in all these things,
No words can do him justice,
My father.
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