In the quiet moments of dawnâs embrace,
A gentle hand guides with endless grace.
Through whispers of dreams yet to unfold,
A parent’s love, a story untold.
With eyes that see beyond the now,
They nurture hopes and teach us how.
In laughter’s echo and tearful night,
They stand beside, our steadfast light.
As time weaves tales of joy and woe,
Their wisdom seeds the path we sow.
In every shadow, in every gleam,
Their strength ignites our brightest dream.
O guiding stars in life’s vast sea,
Their love a beacon, wild and free.
In every step, in every choice,
We hear their love in our own voice.