In shadows of the past they stood,
Two figures etched in quiet grace,
Their lives a tapestry of moods,
Woven with threads of time and place.

He watched them through a lens of thought,
Their whispered dreams, their silent fears,
In every lesson subtly taught,
Resonating through the years.

Their love a gentle, steady stream,
Beneath the surface, deep and wide,
A legacy of hope and dream,
In every tear, in every stride.

Now in the silence, echoes call,
From parents’ past to poet’s pen,
A narrative that touches all,
Binding hearts and minds again.