In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance in gentle light,
He stands with patience, calm and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
His hands, though worn, embrace with care,
A silent promise always there,
In whispered words and gentle stare,
Love’s quiet vow, beyond compare.
In every step he walks beside,
A steadfast friend, a humble guide,
Through storms and calm, with arms spread wide,
His strength a river, deep and wide.
Though words may sometimes go unspoken,
His heart remains a token,
Of love unending, unbroken,
A father’s bond, forever woven.