In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
Their gentle voices guide my way,
Through life’s tangled paths and endless race,
Their love a beacon, come what may.

With hands that held, yet let me fly,
They taught the strength in every fall,
In laughter and tears, under the sky,
Their stories echo through it all.

The warmth of their gaze, a tender shield,
In their eyes, I find my place,
Through storms and calm, they never yield,
In their arms, a timeless grace.

In every lesson, whispered low,
A legacy of dreams they sow,
My parents, my roots that grow,
In their shadow, I learn and glow.