In the quiet of the night, they remain awake,
With dreams deferred, for our own sake,
Their hands are calloused, their backs are bent,
Yet they move forward, never spent.

Through storms and trials, they stand tall,
Catching us gently when we fall,
Their sacrifices, a silent song,
In their love, we find where we belong.

They give us wings, yet hold us tight,
Guiding us to the path of light,
Their hopes and fears, a hidden thread,
In every word they’ve ever said.

With every step, they light the way,
Their love, a beacon that will stay,
For in their hearts, we always find,
The truest love, so pure, so kind.