In the quiet hours before dawn’s gentle break,
He sets his dreams aside for our sake.
Through weary nights and endless days,
A father’s sacrifice in countless ways.

His hands, worn with time, weave stories untold,
Crafting futures with a heart so bold.
Under the weight of unspoken fears,
He carries hope through the passing years.

With every step, he shields us from strife,
Guiding us gently through the dance of life.
His silent strength, a beacon so bright,
In his love, we find our guiding light.

Though words may falter and gratitude shy,
His legacy blooms in the tears we cry.
For all the sacrifices he has made,
A father’s love will never fade.