In the gentle whisper of love,
Cradled in the arms of time,
A tender heart learns the rhythm,
Of a dance both subtle and sublime.

Guiding hands paint the world,
With colors of dreams and hope,
Each brushstroke a promise,
In the vast, endless scope.

Through sleepless nights and laughter,
Each moment a precious thread,
Woven into the tapestry,
Of stories lovingly spread.

In the quiet hush of night,
A parent’s love softly sings,
Echoing through the ages,
On the gentle breeze it brings.