On this special day, we gather around,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To honor fathers, whose love knows no bound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With simple words, we express our gratitude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the strength and guidance, they have inspired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A father’s love, so strong and true,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A pillar of support, in all we pursue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From teaching us to survive,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To cheering us on, with all your might.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’ve taught us values, lessons for life,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To work hard, to be kind, to overcome strife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In your arms, we’ve found comfort and care,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With you as our dad, we know love is there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In simple acts of love, you shine so bright,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A gentle hug, a wise word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your laughter fills our hearts with delight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A dad like you, we are lucky to have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, on this day, we raise a toast,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To the fathers we love the most.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With grateful hearts and genuine words, we say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Happy Father’s Day, in our own simple way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Happy Father’s Day, to the dads so dear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your love and presence, we hold near.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through laughter and tears, you’ve been our guide,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With open arms, you’re always by our side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To all the dads out there, we send our love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May your day be blessed, like the heavens above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For you are cherished, in every single way,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Happy Father’s Day, we celebrate today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
walking shadow poetry Kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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