In his quietness, my father conducts life’s music.
Like a calm river, he navigates life’s twists.
Why silence? Words can break like fragile vessels.
But beneath that silence, there are smoldering embers.
Failures don’t defeat him; he keeps moving forward.
He may not be wealthy, but his purpose weaves dreams.
Determination threads his life’s tapestry.
A survivor, shaping reality according to his will.
His few words carry great impact.
Anger ignites, yet hope endures.
I know this: His presence hums with resilience.
