In the quiet morning light, he stands,
A figure steadfast, with gentle hands.
His eyes, a map of time’s embrace,
Reflecting wisdom, love, and grace.

Through whispered winds and roaring seas,
He charts a course with silent ease.
A steady heart, a guiding star,
His presence felt, though near or far.

With stories woven in his gaze,
He teaches strength in unseen ways.
A lighthouse in the darkest night,
His guidance turns the wrong to right.

In laughter shared and tears unspoken,
The bond we share remains unbroken.
A father’s love, a timeless gift,
The anchor that will never drift.