FATHER 

You were cheated out of your childhood by hard times and it made you stronger. Your youth spent itself in work and struggle against the evil ones, against starvation and poverty. There was no rest, no amusement for you because the struggle was always in front of you.

 You were strength, a rock, always ready to bear on your shoulders the burden of others and never asking for equal favor in return. There was no storm that could beat you down, no adversity that could change your mind or stop your march. Walls of stone fell to dust at your touch and the force of your voice.

All these years have worn you down, eroded you, my father. Your back has bent and your roar has become a whisper that I strain to hear. No longer do you march, your feet barely move. And now I carry you and offer you my strength.

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