In the quiet shadows of your upbringing,
Where words were sparse, yet ever ringing,
A silent strength, a stoic grace,
Reflected in your thoughtful face.

Your father’s books, a world untold,
Wisdom in bindings, stories bold,
Shaped the mind that sought to see,
The truths of life, the way to be.

A mother’s love, though often veiled,
Through stern expressions, never failed,
To nurture, guide, and silently cheer,
The poet’s heart, so crystal clear.

From two strong souls, a legacy born,
In poems of dusk, of hope forlorn,
Their echoes linger in each line,
A testament to love, divine.