In the quiet whispers of night,
Their lullabies weave dreams untold,
Guiding us through shadows and light,
A love that never grows old.
Their hands have built a world anew,
With gentle strength and tender care,
Through every storm, they see us through,
A bond beyond compare.
Wisdom dances in their eyes,
Stories of old, lessons to share,
In their gaze, the truth lies,
In their embrace, we find repair.
In moments of doubt and fear,
Their presence is a soothing balm,
With every word, they draw us near,
In their arms, we find our calm.