In the quiet shadows of the evening light,
A father stands with gentle might.
His hands are worn, his heart so vast,
A silent strength that holds us fast.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
His wisdom, endless, never bought.
He teaches love, with actions true,
In every step, in all we do.
His dreams for us, a tender thread,
Weaving futures, softly spread.
With every hug, with every sigh,
A father’s love will never die.
In moments quiet, in laughter loud,
He stands so tall, forever proud.
A beacon bright, a guiding star,
A father’s love, our North, afar.