In quiet halls where shadows play,
The echoes of their words remain,
Guiding paths both night and day,
Through storms of joy and gentle rain.

Their silent strength a whispered song,
In every choice, in every breath,
Binding us where we belong,
In life’s embrace, beyond the death.

With eyes that held the weight of dreams,
They taught us how to weave our fate,
In tangled threads and silver seams,
Through love’s embrace, through time’s gate.

In every whisper, every glance,
Their legacy, a gentle guide,
Through life’s uncertain, endless dance,
With courage, hope, and silent pride.