As I look back on my childhood days,
I recall the love my father gave in countless ways.
He would work hard from dawn till dawn,
just to make sure our family was never in want.

With a worn-out smile and eyes full of care,
He would hold our small hands and guide us everywhere.
Each day he would provide a sense of security,
Never letting us feel the weight of life's uncertainty.

He taught me to ride my bike and fly my kite,
To take the bull by the horns and stand up and fight.
With a watchful eye, he would guide me in the right direction,
always offering words of motivation and affection.

Through all of my struggles and moments of self-doubt,
My father's love always helped me to figure things out.
He was my shelter from the storm, my beacon of...