In the quiet dawn of morning light, they rise,
With hands that cradle dreams and hearts so wise.
Through trials and joys, they stand so firm,
My parents, the foundation, the love that confirms.

Their voices are the melodies of my youth,
Whispering tales of courage and truth.
They paint my world with hues so bright,
Turning darkness into radiant light.

With every step, their shadows fall behind,
A testament to love, so pure and kind.
Their sacrifices, a story untold,
Worth more than any treasure, more precious than gold.

In their eyes, I see the stars align,
A universe of care, infinitely divine.
My parents, my eternal guides,
In their embrace, forever I reside.