In the quiet dawn, his voice now a whisper,
The world feels colder, shadows grow deeper.
Memories linger as the stars softly weep,
In dreams, his presence, in heart, we keep.

The strength of his hands, now a gentle breeze,
His laughter once bright, now whispers in trees.
Though silence remains where his footsteps trod,
His love is eternal, a guiding nod.

Faces of yesterdays crowd my weary mind,
In the tapestry of time, his threads are entwined.
Lessons he taught echo in the soul,
Filling the void, making the spirit whole.

As the sun sets, painting skies with gold,
His stories live on, through us retold.
Though the world feels vast without his embrace,
His essence lingers in every cherished place.