Poetry

The Father

The love of a father

Not quite like a mother’s

But beautiful

All the same

Sometimes the mentor

A silent, thoughtful man

Sometimes the friend

Emotive and relatable

Sometimes both

I love my father

And no matter 

How much

We clash

He’s raised me well

And how could I not

Love him for that?

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