In the twilight of our living room's glow, A quiet man with whispers that teach, My father, my friend, in shadows and sun, His silence a guide, his wisdom in reach. He speaks through actions, steady and true, A fortress of strength, a guiding star, In the calm of his presence, life finds its hue, His unspoken lessons travel far. In his footsteps, a path gently laid, Showing the way with a quiet hand, An example of grace in the paler shade, A legacy built with grains of sand. My father, my friend, with words unspent, Within his calm, my soul finds its vent.