I speak your name with honor,
not as a shadow fading in time,
but as a light that still burns
in the marrow of who I am.

Your strength was never loud,
it was steady,
quiet as sunrise,
strong as earth beneath my feet.

Your hands bore the marks of labor,
but they held me with care,
building more than a home
they built a son who still carries you everywhere.

Since the world has turned,
seasons passing,
years unfolding,
yet your voice lingers in the silence,
your wisdom steady in my choices.

And now
hear me when I say this:

I am known as your son!
I am proud of your legacy!
I know the power you carried to love!

They still speak your name
and I will never let it fade.

So on this day
your day
I don’t mourn.
I rise.
I celebrate.

For though heaven claimed you,
earth still bears your name.
And as long as I breathe,
you live.