The Champion's Echo

Empty bleachers hold a phantom roar,

No booming voice to urge me on once more.

The finish line, a blur through tear-filled eyes,

A victory dance, a prize that feels like lies.

Your cheers still echo, a memory's embrace,

The fiercest fan, in every single race.

We built a bond, on dreams and triumphs shared,

Your guiding hand, a future we repaired.

Now silence hangs, where praises used to ring,

A deafening void, the sharpest, cruelest sting.

Each milestone reached, a bittersweet display,

The joy feels hollow, in this lonely way.

But buried deep, beneath the pain's sharp edge,

A burning ember, courage to emerge.

I'll run this race, with echoes in my stride,

Your champion's heart, forever by my side.

Though tears may fall, like rain upon the ground,

Your love's the seed, where hope and strength are found.

I'll rise, Dad, rise, and chase the dreams we knew,

My biggest fan, forever cheering through.