In the quiet dawn, he stands, steadfast and true,
A gentle guardian, with eyes of wisdom deep,
His hands, a map of stories old and new,
A father’s love, a promise he will keep.

Through the storms of life, his voice a guiding light,
Teaching strength in moments of despair,
With every whispered word, a beacon shining bright,
In his embrace, we find our courage there.

He walks beside us, every step and stumble,
A silent witness to our joys and tears,
In his laughter, echoes of a love so humble,
In his silence, we find comfort for our fears.

A father’s heart, a well of endless giving,
In his shadow, we learn to stand and grow,
With each passing day, his legacy we’re living,
In his love, the seeds of dreams we sow.