In the quiet morning light, he stands tall,
A beacon of guidance through it all.
With hands that build and words that mend,
A father’s love knows no end.

In laughter and in tears, he stays,
A constant guide through winding ways.
His stories weave a tapestry bright,
Filling our days with warmth and light.

Through storms and trials, unyielding and strong,
In his embrace, we always belong.
His gentle smile and steadfast heart,
A bond that time cannot part.

As the sun sets, his wisdom remains,
A legacy of love that ever sustains.
In his shadow, we find our way,
Thankful for him, every day.