In the soft glow of morning light, he stands,
A gentle soul with wisdom in his hands.
Atticus, a beacon of love’s true grace,
In every word, a quiet, tender space.

His love, a river flowing calm and deep,
In whispers soft, where secrets gently sleep.
A guardian of hearts with strength so rare,
In his embrace, a world without despair.

Through trials faced with courage bold and bright,
He lights the path with love’s enduring light.
A steady force, unwavering and true,
In every shadow, he sees skies of blue.

Atticus, a name to echo through the years,
A love that comforts, wipes away the tears.
In quiet moments, where the heart finds rest,
His love remains, a gentle, lifelong quest.