In the quiet dawn, he rises alone,
With dreams deferred, his path is shown,
Toiling endlessly, hands worn with grace,
For a future he may never embrace.

His eyes, a harbor of silent storms,
Yet through the darkness, his spirit warms,
Carrying burdens, unseen, untold,
A legacy of love, fierce and bold.

In every step, a whispered prayer,
For those he loves, his heart laid bare,
Building bridges with each sacrifice,
In his giving, we find paradise.

Though shadows stretch across his days,
His light endures in countless ways,
A father’s gift, beyond all measure,
In his sacrifice, we find our treasure.