a father's love

my father, he's a man, of few words, he never says, I love you, he never says, I'm proud of you, but he shows, it, in his actions, in the way, he takes care, of me, of our family, he's a man, of logistics, of details, of plans, and schedules, and itineraries, and he expresses, his love, through these things, through the way, he organizes, our lives, through the way, he provides, for us, and I think, that's why, I've always struggled, to understand, his love, to see, it, for what it is, because it's not, the big gestures, the grand romantic, it's the small things, the everyday things, the way, he makes, sure, we're all okay, the way, he takes care, of us, and I realize now, that's what love is, it's not, the big things, it's the small things, the everyday things, the way, we show up, for each other, the way, we take care, of each other, and my father, he's a master, of this, he's a master, of showing, love, through the small things, through the everyday things, and I think, that's why, I've always felt, so safe, so loved, because I know, he's always there, for me, for us, in his own way, in his own quiet way