A Father's Love

I built our home with bleeding hands,
Laid each brick with love and plans.
You were my light, my guiding star,
My reason, my "why," my heart from afar.

Now I just speak to an empty sky,
Still waiting at the door—
Where your laughter used to live,
But it echoes here no more.

Each night I whisper soft and low,
"Come back home… don’t let me go."
But silence is all I know.

You wore your cap, I fixed your tie,
Watched you chase your dream and fly.
I gave you wings, stayed on the ground—
Now you're gone, and time spins around.

Still I wait at the door,
Where your footsteps touched the floor.
Even pain begins to fade,
But love… it always stays.

Still alone, still afraid—
I don’t need much today.
Just to hear you call my name,
To hear you say, “Dad, I remember who you are.”

But wishes don’t reach that far.

So I sing here in the quiet light,
Old and worn, holding tight.
Not for gold, not for fame,
Just to call out your name.

Still waiting.
Still the same.