In the quiet hours of dawn, they rise,
Whispering dreams into the morning light,
With hands that cradle love, they guide,
Through every storm, through every night.

Their eyes hold stories untold, deep and wise,
A tapestry of sacrifice woven tight,
With every tear, with every smile,
They paint our world, pure and bright.

In their embrace, we find solace and peace,
A haven from the world’s unyielding strife,
With every word, with every deed,
They nurture hope, they breathe life.

So here’s to the silent strength they impart,
To the pillars of our existence, our core,
With boundless love and endless heart,
Mother and Father, forevermore.