In the quiet of the night, whispers softly roam,
A father’s gentle voice, now a distant tone.
Through the veil of dreams, his laughter fades,
Leaving echoes of love that time cannot erase.
Beneath the stars, where memories reside,
His guiding hand, now in the winds, confide.
The warmth of his embrace, a lingering trace,
In every heartbeat, his spirit finds its place.
The path he walked, now shadowed and still,
Yet his lessons remain, a cherished will.
In every tear, a story softly told,
Of love everlasting, as life unfolds.
Though the night is long, and the dawn unsure,
His legacy lives on, forever pure.
In the whispers of silence, hear him near,
A fatherâs love, eternally clear.