In the silent strength of his gaze,
Lies the echo of wisdom’s embrace,
Guiding us through the stormy haze,
With courage and a gentle grace.
His hands, worn by time’s gentle hand,
Craft stories of love and silent command,
Building dreams in the shifting sand,
A fortress strong, where we stand.
In laughter shared and lessons learned,
His spirit in each moment earned,
A beacon bright, forever burned,
In hearts where love is returned.
Through the years, his shadow grows,
A testament to all he knows,
In every step, his presence shows,
A father’s love, forever flows.