From the very start, you\u2019ve been my guide,
With you beside me, I\u2019ve never had to hide.
Through every twist and every turn,
Your love\u2019s a fire that continues to burn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I was young and full of dreams,
You cheered me on, or so it seems.
In every step I took, every stumble and fall,
You were my hero, my support through it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remember nights when I was scared,
Your stories and hugs showed me you cared.
You were the calm when life was wild,
The safe place where I was always your child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your sacrifices were countless and true,
And every little thing you did, I now see through.
The long hours worked, the quiet nights,
All to give me the best and make things right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I faced doubts, when I felt alone,
You were the strength that I had always known.
Your words of wisdom, your gentle touch,
Have meant more to me than I can ever clutch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I see now the depth of your love and care,
The ways you\u2019ve shown me that you\u2019re always there.
Through every challenge and every high,
You\u2019ve been my anchor, my steadfast sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m grateful for the way you\u2019ve shown me,
To face the world with courage and confidence.
To be kind and strong, to love with heart,
These lessons you taught me from the very start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here\u2019s to you, Dad, with all my heart,
For playing the most amazing part.
The best dad ever, in every way,
I cherish you more with each passing day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you for the laughter, the love, and the tears,
For always being there through all the years.
With you, I\u2019ve learned what love can truly be,
And I\u2019m proud and blessed to call you, my family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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