In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
A father’s presence, calm and bright.
His words a compass, guiding through the storm,
In his embrace, we find a place warm.
His hands, strong yet tender, build dreams anew,
Each gesture a lesson, each touch a clue.
Through trials and triumphs, his spirit remains,
In the tapestry of life, he weaves love’s chains.
Eyes that hold the wisdom of ages past,
A gentle gaze that makes the moments last.
With every story, every laugh shared,
A father’s love, a gift beyond compare.
In the echoes of his laughter and sighs,
We find courage to soar, to reach the skies.
A silent hero in the shadows he stands,
Guiding our steps with unwavering hands.