In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where dreams and morning light converge,
A father’s heart beats strong and true,
Guiding paths with silent urge.

Hands that once held ours so tight,
Now teach the art of letting go,
Yet always near, in heart and sight,
A steadfast love that we all know.

Through trials faced and joys embraced,
His wisdom shares its gentle grace,
A lighthouse in the stormiest seas,
A beacon of hope, a warm embrace.

In every step, in every fall,
His presence lingers, strong and bright,
A testament to love’s pure call,
A father’s spirit, guiding light.