Beneath the shelter of his steady gaze,
I find a world where worries cease,
In whispered tales of yesterdays,
He weaves a tapestry of peace.

His hands, once toughened by the years,
Now gentle with the wisdom gained,
They hold a strength that calms my fears,
In every touch, his love is framed.

Through silent moments, shared and still,
His presence speaks in volumes loud,
A guiding light, an iron will,
He stands apart, yet in the crowd.

My father’s heart, a haven true,
Where dreams take flight and hope renews,
In every step, I walk anew,
Held by the strength he quietly imbues.