In the quiet dawn, whispers fade,
The gentle hand no longer guides,
Yet in the heart, a warmth remains,
A love that time cannot divide.

Shadows stretch where laughter danced,
Memories held in tender grace,
A father’s strength, a silent glance,
Now linger in each sacred space.

The stars above, they softly speak,
Of journeys shared and lessons taught,
Though in this world, your voice is weak,
In dreams, your wisdom still is sought.

Through mist and tears, I find my way,
With every step, your spirit near,
In every dawn, a bright new day,
Your love, a light that conquers fear.