In the quiet dawn, he rises with the sun,
A silent sentinel, his work never done.
Through hardships and trials, he stands tall,
A father’s love, a guiding call.

His hands, worn and rough, tell tales of the past,
Of dreams and sacrifices, made to last.
With every step, he walks a path of care,
Ensuring his family feels his love, everywhere.

In silent moments, his wisdom flows,
Teaching lessons that only a father knows.
His strength, a fortress that never sways,
In his embrace, we find our ways.

Though shadows may fall, his light remains,
A beacon of hope in life’s terrain.
A father’s love, forever strong,
In his heart, we all belong.