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