The Silent Bond Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In the quiet moments, where words often fail,
A son and his father share a love that's frail.
Not always spoken, yet deeply they feel,
A connection unbroken, steadfast and real.

With weathered hands, the father imparts,
Wisdom and laughter, woven through hearts.
In shared glances and knowing smiles,
They navigate life's meandering miles.

The son, now a man, with respect in his gaze,
Sees in his father the strength of the days.
Through trials and triumphs, side by side,
In silence they stand, with love as their guide.

No need for loud proclamations to proclaim,
In the heart's quiet language, they whisper each name.
Through the ups and the downs, come what may,
Their bond is the anchor that won't fade away.

For love is not always a chorus of song,
Sometimes it's the silence that proves to be strong.
In the depths of their hearts, the truth lies so clear—
A son and his father, forever held dear.