In the quiet of dawn, whispers linger,
Shadows dance where laughter once reigned,
A father’s voice now echoes in the heart,
Leaving traces of guidance, never to part.

Gentle hands that held the world,
Now rest in peace, their story untold,
Memories woven in the fabric of time,
A tapestry of love, forever sublime.

The stars weep in the night sky’s embrace,
While the moon cradles the tears we trace,
Yet in the silence, his presence remains,
Whispering comfort, easing our pains.

Though the light fades, his essence stays,
In every sunrise, in every day’s rays,
A father’s love, an eternal flame,
Burning brightly, beyond the name.