In the quiet evening’s gentle fold, Where shadows softly weave, A whisper of a memory, For a heart that dares not grieve. His laughter, like a distant song, Still dances on the breeze, In every corner of my world, He walks with silent ease. With hands that taught and eyes that shone With wisdom's tender light, He’s woven in the tapestry Of every star at night. In rivers deep within my soul, His spirit's tender flow, A father guides, though now unseen, Through paths I’ve yet to know. So rest, dear heart, in this embrace, Though loss is hard to bear, For love’s eternal tether binds, And notes of life we share.