My pregnant dad

My Pregnant Dad He never wore his heart on his sleeve he tucked it beneath layers of silence, beneath calloused hands and weathered breath, beneath the weight of everything he never said. But I saw the swell not of belly, but of burdens. Dreams unbirthed. Sacrifices carried like unborn stars. Each morning, he labored through bills, through bruised pride, through long shifts and lost chances gestating a better life for me. He never told me he loved me. He showed it in the food that never ran out, the lights that always flickered on, the coat he went without so I could wear warmth in winter. My dad was pregnant with possibility, with pain, with a hope so fragile he never dared to name it. And when I was grown, I finally saw the truth that love doesn’t always come wrapped in lullabies. Sometimes, it comes in the shape of a man carrying a world he never meant to call his own. And that so I decided to call him..My Pregnant dad The Knowledgetic Steroid AkA Donald Knowledge Nhira