In the middle of the oldest and the youngest,
Used to being overshadowed,
My dad became a quiet follower.
He grew accustomed to the darkness,
Spent lots of time in its company,
Soon, he became one with the shadows,
He sewed his cloak into his skin
And the quiet assurance of silence
Became his kin.
He picked up lessons while tracing footsteps,
Watching people rise and fall,
Being the silent backbone while empathising through it all,
Heart growing bigger, though he remains small.
At times I worry if,
He spends so much time out of the spotlight
He will forget to come out during the roll call.
When I was born,
He continued to his silent parenting role,
Never the disciplinarian,
But always adopting different roles,
Like the self-help book recommendation librarian,
The calming catalyst of chill vibes,
The reasonable rational authoritarian,
The goofy dad-jokes personnel.
All while remaining the supporting character in the shadows of the grand hall.
I know you don’t have your own shadow
No one to support you,
No dad to follow,
As much as you are forty nine,
You feel your fatherhood is on the line
But let me reassure you this
You have been the best dad I could ask for
You’ve laid the plans of values I build my life on
Caught me when I fell and held my hands
You’ve pulled me back from the cliffs I wanted to dive from
Helped me pay for my consequences you never earned
You’ve taught me more about love than a boy ever can
And in the end,
After all the heartbreak,
The hurtful words,
And wounds we earned,
To be a family is to choose to love despite of everything
Thank you Dad
For being my shadow
I know the darker you become
The brighter I’ll glow
I promise to shine in this life
While never forgetting to turn and see the mark of your love and time