The world seems dimmer, a shadow cast,
When the pillar of strength falls at last.
His laughter an echo in the empty halls,
Memories linger like pictures on walls.
Morning light feels colder, less bright,
Without his wisdom to guide the night.
Stories untold, drifting in the breeze,
A father’s love, now brings me to my knees.
His voice a whisper in the rustling leaves,
Comfort found in the air one breathes.
Though he’s gone, his spirit stays near,
In heartbeats, in dreams, in every tear.
The pain of loss, a wound unhealed,
Yet in his absence, strength revealed.
Carrying forward, his lessons in hand,
The pillar may fall, but his love will stand.