In the shadows of morning light,
A figure stands, silent and bright,
With hands that hold the world so tight,
He shapes the dreams that take their flight.
His voice, a whisper in the storm,
A guiding force, steadfast and warm,
Through trials faced, his love transforms,
A beacon in life’s ever-changing form.
The lessons taught with gentle hands,
In words unspoken, love expands,
A tapestry of life’s demands,
Woven by his careful plans.
In the quiet moments shared,
A father’s heart is laid bare,
With every step, he shows he cares,
A legacy of love beyond compare.