In the quiet of morning’s gentle light,
Where dreams softly fade and day takes flight,
A father’s love, steadfast and true,
Like a whisper of strength, guiding you.

Through the storms and the calm, he stands near,
With a hand to hold, to chase away fear,
His laughter, a melody that warms the soul,
His wisdom, a map to guide us whole.

In moments of doubt, his courage shines,
A beacon of hope through tangled vines,
With stories of old, he lights the way,
Turning night into a brighter day.

So here’s to fathers, gentle and strong,
Whose love and guidance make us belong,
On this day of gratitude, we honor and say,
Thank you, dear fathers, in every way.