In My Father’s Footsteps: A Journey of Principles: A Poem by Latha Warrier

I walk the path you once had tread,
With quiet strength, your words still said.
Though time has taken you from sight,
Your values guide me, day and night.

You taught me the truth, the kind that stays,
Not just in talk, but in our ways.
To stand for right, though winds may howl,
And never let my conscience foul.

With weathered hands, you shaped a code,
Of kindness cast in heavy load.
Of giving more than one receives,
Of planting hope like autumn leaves.

Each step I take, I feel your grace,
In humble thought, at a steady pace.
Through trials fierce and moments, mild,
You live in me, the faithful child.

When doubts arise and shadows fall,
I hear your wisdom through it all.
“Let honesty be your sacred guide,
And never bow to fear or pride.”

No riches left, no golden throne,
But greater gifts than wealth alone,
A heart that knows the worth of truth,
The legacy of noble youth.

Here I walk, with a lifted chin,
The journey deep, the path within.
In every act, in every tone,
I carry seeds my father had sown.