In the quiet of the night, I hear his whispers,
Soft tales of courage, lessons carved in gold,
With every word, a world unfolds,
My dad, a hero in stories untold.

His hands, rough from years of toil,
Yet gentle as they guide my way,
His eyes, a mirror of endless care,
Reflecting love in every stare.

Through storms and sunshine, he stands tall,
A pillar of strength, never to fall,
His heart, a boundless sea of grace,
In his embrace, I find my place.

As days turn to years, and I grow old,
His wisdom, a treasure I’ll forever hold,
My dad, a beacon in the darkest night,
With him, my path is always bright.