In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Their whispers guide me, calm and bright,
With tender hands, they shape my dreams,
In their embrace, all is as it seems.

Through the storms and gentle rains,
Their strength remains, a calming chain,
Each lesson taught, each story shared,
In their love, I am prepared.

Their laughter echoes in my heart,
A melody that will not part,
In every smile, in every tear,
Their presence lingers, always near.

As time unfolds its endless tale,
Their wisdom guides me, never frail,
In their shadow, I find my way,
My parents’ love, my guiding ray.