In the quiet of the evening, shadows softly fall,  

A whisper in the silence, a memory’s gentle call.  

The chair where you once lingered, now empty, still, and bare,  

Yet in the heart’s deep chambers, your spirit lingers there.  


With every laugh and story, you painted life in hues,  

A tapestry of moments, both joyous and the blues.  

Your hands, they shaped my world, with wisdom, strength, and grace,  

Now I trace the echoes, in the silence of this space.  


The lessons that you taught me, like stars that light the night,  

Guide me through the darkness, remind me of your light.  

Though time may steal the laughter, and distance draw the line,  

In every breath I take, your love will still be mine.  


I walk the paths we wandered, where sunlight kissed the trees,  

And feel your presence near me, in the rustle of the leaves.  

Though grief may weigh upon me, like shadows on the ground,  

I carry you within me, in every sight and sound.  


So here’s to you, dear father, in the stillness of my heart,  

Though we are now apart, we’ll never truly part.  

For love, it knows no boundaries, no end, nor final breath,  

In every beat, I honor you, in life, and even death.