The Man in the Shadows

Niyonika Thapa

 

by Pexels

He doesn’t speak loud, but I always hear,

A calm kind of strength that lingers near.

He walks like the world doesn’t owe him a thing,

Yet it gives me the moon, the stars, and spring.

 

He ties his shoes in a curious way,

And hums old songs at the break of day.

He laughs at jokes that no one gets,

And fix all my broken bets.

 

He waits behind the scenes with grace,

A gentle smile on a weathered face.

He claps the loudest in the crowd,

Even when he’s not allowed.

 

You might not see him take the lead,

But he’s there in every brave good deed.

And if you ask me who he is—

This quiet man who loves like this

You’ll know him by the way I glow,

He’s, my father.

Now you know.