In the cradle of their arms, we found our first home,
Their love, a beacon guiding us through the unknown.
They taught us to walk, to speak, to dream,
With patience, their hearts stitched every seam.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
They stood by us, a constant gaze.
Their sacrifices, silent, often unseen,
Yet in their actions, pure love was gleaned.

Even as we grew and sought our own way,
Their wisdom remained, never to sway.
They cheered our victories, healed our pains,
In their embrace, serenity reigns.

Now as we stand, adults in our prime,
We look back at those who gave their time.
Parents, our first and eternal guides,
In their legacy, our pride resides.