On this Father’s Day, the silence weighs,
An empty house, a quiet haze.
The laughter once that filled these walls,
Now echoes in these lonely halls.
Small handprints on the window pane,
Remind me of a time more sane.
When little voices called my name,
And every day felt much the same.
Their beds untouched, their toys all still,
A void that time can never fill.
I miss their eyes, their smiles bright,
Their hugs that made the dark seem light.
I sit and think of days gone by,
And try my best not to cry.
For though they’re far, they’re in my heart,
A love that distance can’t impart.
This day, a heavy weight to bear,
A father’s love beyond compare.
I hold on to each memory,
And wait for when they’re here with me
