In the silence of the early dawn,
His wisdom whispers, ever calm,
A beacon through life’s stormy seas,
My father’s love, a gentle balm.

His hands, though calloused, tender grace,
Built dreams from dust, a sacred place,
With every step, his footsteps guide,
A hero’s heart he cannot hide.

Through trials faced and battles won,
His courage shines, a blazing sun,
In shadows cast, his light remains,
A legacy of hope sustains.

Now as I walk this path alone,
His spirit’s strength becomes my own,
In every choice and every fight,
I carry forth his guiding light.