In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
A parent’s heart finds its place,
Cradling dreams in tender hands,
Building castles in soft sands.
Each whispered hope, a guiding star,
Shines above where children are,
Teaching strength in quiet ways,
Through the dance of everyday.
In laughter’s echo, love is found,
In every step, on sacred ground,
Nurturing souls with patient art,
Writing love upon the heart.
As time unfolds its gentle wings,
The bond of love forever sings,
In every hug, in every tear,
A parent’s love remains sincere.