A Tribute to My Father My father was a man of rare beauty, Always smiling, always kind, A generous soul whose warmth was always on display Ever ready to lend a hand, never far behind. He stood out with quiet grace, Crisp shirts, freshly ironed, a touch of cologne before stepping outside — Elegance was his signature, A gentleman in every stride. He was a loving father, a devoted grandfather too, Present in joy, in silence, and everything we went through. When illness struck me last October, He crossed the ocean, my quiet soldier. In Canada, he cooked the dishes I adored, Nourishing me with care, love poured into every bite he stored. He cared for his grandchildren from just few months old, From bottle feeds to homework, from morning cuddles to school drop-of , patient, gentle, bold. He gave his love without reserve, With pride, with strength, with tender nerve. Today, his absence echoes deep and wide, But his love remains — a light that won’t subside.