In silent strength, he stands tall,
An unwavering guide through it all.
His hands rough with years of toil,
Yet tender in love, never to recoil.
With wisdom etched upon his face,
He teaches life, a steady pace.
Through storms and trials, he’s always there,
A fortress strong, beyond compare.
His laughter, a balm to weary souls,
His stories, treasures that he unrolls.
In his embrace, the world feels right,
A beacon glowing in the darkest night.
Though words of love he seldom speaks,
His actions shout, no need for tweaks.
A father’s love, a silent song,
Forever cherished, forever strong.