In the whisper of the evening, a shadow departs,
Leaving echoes of laughter, memories in the heart.
The gentle hands that guided, now rest in peace,
In the quiet of the night, where sorrows cease.

The stories of old, woven with care,
Now linger in the silence, in the empty chair.
A father’s wisdom, like a beacon of light,
Still guides my path through the darkest night.

Though the world feels colder, and time moves slow,
In the garden of memory, his love still grows.
With every sunrise, I feel him near,
In the rustle of leaves, in a drop of tear.

In the tapestry of stars, his spirit resides,
A guardian unseen, where my hope abides.
Though he walks a path I cannot follow,
His legacy lives on, in each tomorrow.