In the quiet of the morning light,
A father’s shadow stretches long,
With steady hands and heart so bright,
He carries us where we belong.

His eyes tell tales of battles fought,
In silence, he bears the storms,
A fortress built with care and thought,
In his embrace, the heart transforms.

Through laughter shared and whispered dreams,
He guides with wisdom, calm and deep,
In every step, his presence gleams,
A promise of love we always keep.

Though words unspoken often stay,
His love resounds in every deed,
A guiding star in skies of gray,
The anchor in our time of need.