In the quiet shadows where memories reside,
A father’s gentle voice softly fades,
Leaving echoes in the heart’s tender space,
A silent goodbye whispered in the breeze.

His laughter lingers like a distant song,
A melody woven through the years,
Guiding steps with unseen hands,
Through paths of joy and streams of tears.

The strength he gave still holds us close,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Though his chair sits empty now,
His spirit shines with eternal light.

In dreams, we meet where time stands still,
Where love transcends the bounds of life,
A father’s love, forever near,
In every breath, in every tear.