In the heart of our home, where laughter resides,

Stands my daddy, a beacon, with arms open wide.

With strength like a mountain, unwavering and true,

He carries our burdens, and brightens our view.


His hands tell a story of labor and grace,

Each calloused palm cradles love’s warm embrace.

Through trials and triumphs, he stands by my side,

A fortress of comfort, my ever-safe guide.


With a heart full of kindness, he teaches me well,

In the lessons of life, his wisdom will swell.

He shows me the beauty in every small thing,

In the rustle of leaves, in the joy that they bring.


When shadows grow long and the night starts to fall,

His laughter, a melody, echoes through the hall.

With stories of heroes and dreams yet to chase,

He fills every moment with love’s gentle grace.


So here’s to my daddy, so strong, loving, and true,

A hero, a mentor, in all that we do.

In the tapestry woven with threads of our days,

His love is the pattern that forever stays.