In the quiet morning light,
His laughter dances with the dawn,
Like whispers carried on the breeze,
A gentle reminder of strength reborn.
Hands that hold the stories of life,
Carving paths through time’s vast sea,
With every step, a guiding light,
In his shadow, we learn to be free.
Eyes that see beyond the stars,
Reflecting dreams we’ve yet to chase,
In his heart, we find our place,
In his embrace, a warm, safe space.
Though words may falter, hearts remain,
Bound by love, unspoken yet true,
On this day, we celebrate,
The hero we call father, forever anew.