In the quiet of the night he stands so tall,
A silent guardian, answering every call.
With hands worn by time, yet steady and strong,
He carries burdens, as he silently hums a song.

Each dawn he rises, with the weight of the world,
Eyes filled with dreams, both his and unfurled.
For every tear he hides, every smile he feigns,
His love remains steadfast, through joy and through pains.

In the shadows he works, away from the light,
Sacrificing his peace, to make everything right.
His whispers of wisdom, guide us through days,
A beacon of hope, in so many ways.

Though his struggles are many, he never complains,
His heart beats for us, through sunshine and rains.
A father’s sacrifice, a tale often untold,
A love so profound, more precious than gold.