Daddy, 
With every passing day, 
And every passing year
He nurtured my soul
Like a farmer cultivating his soil.

On rainy days,
He held a brush in his hand
Ready to paint a rainbow 
In the vast blue sky.

Every step I took,
He stood beside me
Like a candle
He was always ready to burn for me.

Every battle I fought, 
He was my armor
Shielding me 
From the darkness of the world

Every grin of his is like another ray of the sun
Always making the day a little brighter
We created memories endless as the sea
And have so many stories, still left to be.

When I first opened my eyes,
He was holding my hand
And I know that like at the beginning of my story,
He will be with me till the very last page.

And one day, 
He’ll show me he’s toothy smile
As a star high above in the sky
And with one hand on my walking stick.
I’ll wave back to him 
Whilst tears streak down my cheek
For he is my craftsmen
Without whom I would be completely shapeless.

He put into my grace, character, and life.
And I know that he will be there, always
Because he is the angel with a halo above his head
Who carved footsteps for me.

Not to follow but teach me how to carve my own?
He is what I believe in
And the heart that beats inside of me
With every passing day.

And every passing year
He grows a white hair
While I grow more courage
He loses more teeth.

And I gain more chapters to add to my book
The book that he started 
And the one that he filled with pastel colors.

Daddy,
I promise you that each page will have your smile
And each word your delight
I promise to you,
I will celebrate you not only today
But at every breath I take.