In the quiet mornings, I hear his call,
A gentle guide through shadows tall.
With every step, his courage stands,
A beacon shining in distant lands.

His hands have weathered storms untold,
Yet in his embrace, warmth unfolds.
Stories of life he shares with grace,
Wisdom etched on his loving face.

Through trials and triumphs, he remains,
A pillar of strength, easing our pains.
With laughter that lights the darkest days,
His spirit lifts in countless ways.

In his eyes, the world reflects,
A legacy of love he never neglects.
My father, my guide, forever true,
In his footsteps, I find my view.