In the gentle whispers of the night,
Where dreams are woven in silver threads,
A mother’s love, a father’s might,
Stand watchful over slumbering heads.

Her lullabies, the softest breeze,
His stories, mountains tall and grand,
Together, they bring hearts to ease,
With guiding eyes and steady hands.

In laughter shared and tears consoled,
They paint our world in hues of trust,
With every word, a tale retold,
Of love that nurtures, kind and just.

As years unfold, their shadows stay,
In every step, their wisdom’s grace,
The silent guardians, come what may,
With love that time cannot erase.