20/06/2026
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โOn Fatherโs Day
โIn the silence of memory,
โthere is the Father
โthe one who gave blood and name,
โtaken too soon by time,
โyet never taken from the heart.
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โThere is the Stepfather,
โwho stepped into the gap,
โwho chose to love a child not his own,
โand made that love whole,
โwithout measure, without condition.
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โThere is the Grandfather,
โpillar of the home,
โwho became Father once more
โto the children of his children,
โguiding with stories,
โwith lessons carved by years,
โwith hands that still held,
โeven when weary with age.
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โThere is the Mother
โwho carried two weights,
โtwo roles,
โwho became Father too,
โwho built a home from strength,
โwho kept the fire burning,
โeven when alone in the dark.
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โAnd there are all the Fathers
โthe seen, the unseen,
โthe ones who stayed,
โthe ones who left,
โthe ones who rose,
โthe ones who carried us quietly,
โwithout applause,
โwithout recognition.
โ
โToday,
โwe honor them all.
โThe lost.
โThe present.
โThe steadfast.
โThe silence.
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โOn Fatherโs Day,
โwe do not speak of one.
โWe speak of every face of love,
โevery hand that held,
โevery voice that guided,
โevery sacrifice that shaped us.
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โThis is for the Fathers.
โAll of them.
โEverywhere.
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โ Ella De la Cruz
โ๐จ Joana Eve Talisic