In December's chill, in '45's embrace,
Born Abdallah, with a humble grace.

Ezbet Seedy Ragab, his village small,
El Monofia's heart, he answered the call.

Four brothers, two sisters, poverty's hand,
In grade six, he left school, had to work the land.

A farmer by dawn, self-taught by night,
His Arabic script, a beautiful sight.

At twenty, he chose a soldier's life,
In '65, he joined the strife.

Through wars he fought, from youth to old,
An officer's tale, a heart so bold.

In '70, wed my mother dear,
Seven children blessed their years.

He sacrificed, so we might gain,
The education, his dream's refrain.

Justice, patience, punctuality instilled,
Good behavior, his lessons fulfilled.

He wanted naught, but for us to soar,
To achieve his dreams, to be something more.

Kidney failure claimed him in '21,
A hero's journey, now was done.

Yet in my heart, he lives each day,
His memory, in every way.

Rest in peace, dear father, in heaven's light,
Until we meet again, in paradise bright.