In the quiet of the night, your voice still lingers,
A gentle whisper that comforts and stirs,
In dreams where memories softly intertwine,
I find solace in the echoes of your time.

The world seems vast, yet you fill every space,
In the rustling leaves, in the sun’s warm embrace,
Your laughter dances on the breeze’s tender song,
In every shadow, I feel you, where you belong.

Time does not heal, it merely reshapes the pain,
In the tapestry of life, your threads remain,
A father’s love, a beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding my steps, a cherished guiding light.

Though you walk in realms where I cannot tread,
In the garden of my heart, your spirit is fed,
With every breath, I carry your legacy’s flame,
In the silence of parting, I whisper your name.