In the quiet of night, they whisper our names,
Guardians of dreams, casting light on our flames.
With hands ever gentle, hearts filled with grace,
They guide us through darkness, in their warm embrace.
Through trials and triumphs, their strength is our shield,
In fields of our battles, their love makes us healed.
With wisdom of ages, in silence they teach,
Lessons of life, always within reach.
In moments of sorrow, they hold us so tight,
Their presence a beacon, in the darkest of night.
With patience and care, they mend every tear,
Their love an endless, unwavering prayer.
As years turn to memories, their legacy stays,
In hearts they have nurtured, through life’s winding ways.
Forever our heroes, our anchors, our friends,
The love of our parents, a bond that transcends.