The night whispers tales of a father’s embrace,
In the silence, I can hear his gentle grace.
His laughter echoes in the hallways of my mind,
A tender touch, a love so kind.

Stars above seem dimmer in their light,
As I mourn the loss, this endless night.
Yet in the dark, his strength I find,
A guiding star, forever aligned.

Memories linger, a bittersweet refrain,
In every tear, a drop of rain.
His lessons, his words, etched in my soul,
In my heart, he remains whole.

Though he walks now in realms unknown,
His spirit in me has forever grown.
Death may part us, but love does bind,
In every heartbeat, he’s intertwined.