Oscar Auliq-Ice Poet Free verse

Where Strength Learns Gentleness

My father was not made of thunder,
though storms seemed to know his name—
he moved through life like steady weather
that never needed praise or claim.

He taught me time is not a rival,
but something you can learn to hold,
in quiet mornings, patient evenings,
in stories half-retold, half-bold.

His love was never loud or polished,
no grand display, no shining art—
just showing up, again, unbroken,
a constant beating of the heart.

I learned from him that strength is softer
than all the myths the world repeats—
it lives in listening, in staying,
in choosing kindness when it’s least.

And in the wider world he echoes
through every father, near and far,
who shapes a child without applause,
who helps them know just who they are.

For cities rise on unseen tending,
on hands that guide but do not own,
on fathers who plant future forests
whose shade they’ll never sit beneath alone.

So here’s to him, and all his quiet
and all the ways he’s made me see:
that love, when steady as his footsteps,
becomes what carries history.

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