In whispers of the morning breeze, I hear your gentle voice, Though Father's Day now passes by, Without a choice. A year has swept its quiet tide, Yet echoes still remain, In empty chairs and worn-out shoes, A tender, lasting pain. Your laughter lingers in the air, A melody of love, In every star that lights the night, I find you up above. So on this day, I honor you, With memories profound, For even though you've drifted on, In my heart, you're found.