In the silent shadows of the night,
Where whispers of the past reside,
A father’s love, a guiding light,
In every tear, his memory abides.

Through the echoes of his laughter,
In the stories he once told,
His spirit dances ever after,
In warmth that never grows cold.

Beneath the stars that softly gleam,
In dreams where he still appears,
A father’s touch, a gentle beam,
Reassuring through the years.

Though the world feels less complete,
Without his comforting embrace,
His love remains, a steady beat,
Within each heart, a sacred space.