In the quiet dawn, I see him rise,
A silent figure, with gentle eyes.
His hands, though worn, hold stories old,
A legacy of warmth, so bold.

He walks with grace, through life’s long lane,
In every step, he hides his pain.
His wisdom flows, in words so few,
A guiding star, forever true.

The nights he spent, beside my bed,
With whispered tales, and dreams he fed.
His laughter, like a summer breeze,
Could calm my heart, and put it at ease.

My father, my hero, in every way,
His love, a light, that leads my day.
Though time may fade, and years may part,
His spirit lives, within my heart.