In the quiet of the morning light,
Their gentle hands guide our paths,
With whispers of wisdom, soft yet bright,
They nurture dreams that forever last.

Through storms and calm, they stand so strong,
A lighthouse guiding through the night,
In their embrace, we find where we belong,
Their love a beacon, endlessly alight.

With every sacrifice, they weave a tale,
Of courage, patience, and endless grace,
In their eyes, the universe sets sail,
Reflecting hope in every trace.

As time weaves on its endless thread,
Their legacy of love remains untold,
In every word they’ve ever said,
Lies the treasure of a heart of gold.