For your fingers that served as tissues to wipe my sweat and tears and I struggled
For your hands - a platform composed of infinite tenderness,
Merely a touch, yet powerful enough to move the dark clouds to make space for the sun
For your legs; that physically wore itself out for my comfort
For your mind; for serving knowledge on a plate
to show me that learning is there and it’s there for us to take
For your heart, that intertwines with mine,
that strengthens my unstable foundation -
But most of all
Thank you for your strength and spirit, for fighting a draining battle
To me a definition of a dad is someone who still puts a smile on his face to comfort those who depend on him
And, that’s exactly what you did
For that, I will strive to make sure that your sacrifices during that turmoil, from now, will be exchanged with joy and contentment
that will erase the remainders that were left by a subtle monster