In the quiet of the night, where dreams take flight,
A tender touch guides the way through shadows,
With every whispered lullaby, stars gleam bright,
A parent’s love, a beacon in life’s meadows.
Through laughter shared and tears softly dried,
We weave stories of courage and gentle grace,
Holding hands as we walk side by side,
Embracing each moment, heart’s warm embrace.
In the garden of growing souls, we plant,
Seeds of wisdom, kindness, and endless care,
Nurturing dreams with a love so valiant,
Watching them bloom in the fragrant air.
As the moon whispers secrets from above,
We find strength in the journey we partake,
A tapestry of memories, woven with love,
In the gentle art of hearts we create.