In the silent echoes of the night,
His laughter fades, a whispered light,
Memories dance on the edge of dreams,
Where time flows like gentle streams.

The days are long, the nights profound,
A father’s voice, no longer found,
Yet in the heart, his spirit stays,
Guiding softly through life’s maze.

In the garden where he once stood,
Flowers bloom as he knew they would,
His wisdom lingers in the air,
A gentle touch, a loving care.

Though the world may feel so wide,
His love remains, a constant guide,
In every step and every tear,
A father’s love is always near.