Oft saw my father cry (for dad)

in praise of fathers

A father’s love
Can never match
A mother’s…
At least in
Children’s eyes…
 
A father’s love
Cannot be shown
As easily
As in
a mother’s sighs

A father’s love
Is of labor dear
More distant so by nature
than… in tender
nurture lies

A father’s love
Is of hidden tears
And rarely
Shown raw
emotions

Held within
A rough façade
Of gentle heart…
Of kind and
Cloistered emotions

Fathers withhold
Within themselves
Caring feelings (and memories)
Of small smiles
And big wide eyes

Fathers hold back
Tears inside while…   
drying other’s eyes
Yet fathers weep Inside,
so deep…most children
Know not why

And more than once
I caught a  peek
of tears In my dad’s eyes
And on his cheek
Fathers are …
of stern stuff made
Yet fathers indeed
…Often cry…

Author's Note

not trying for rhythm, rhyme, or reason here. Just shooting for sentiment!