In the quiet corners of our home,
Where whispers of love softly roam,
Mother and Father stand side by side,
Their unwavering strength, our guiding tide.

A mother’s touch, gentle as the breeze,
Her lullabies bring the heart to ease,
Her eyes, a mirror of endless care,
In her embrace, all burdens we share.

A father’s voice, steady and true,
His wisdom lights the path we pursue,
His hands, a fortress strong and wide,
In his shadow, we find our pride.

Together they weave the fabric of dreams,
Their love, the thread that tightly seams,
In their presence, we find our place,
In their legacy, we find our grace.