In the quiet hours before dawn’s embrace, I see the shadows of your gentle grace. Through whispered lullabies and tender…
In the gentle whispers of the night, Their voices linger, warm and bright. A mother’s care, a father’s might, Together…
In the quiet corners of a forgotten home, Reside the echoes of lives once known. An ordinary man with dreams…
In the quiet corners of their gentle smiles, Lies the wisdom of ages, softly compiled. Their hands, a map of…
In the shadows of our laughter and tears, They stand as pillars, strong and true, Their whispers guide us through…
In the quiet dawn, their love is unfurled, A gentle touch, a whisper, a promise in the world. Mother and…
In their wrinkled hands, stories lie, Of days gone by and nights that sigh. Their voices soft, with gentle grace,…
In the shadows of a quiet home, Where silence speaks in whispered tones, Larkin pondered life alone, His parents’ love,…
In the twilight of their endless care, They hold us close with tender grace. Their whispers soothe the wildest storms,…
In the quiet of the night, they remain awake, With dreams deferred, for our own sake, Their hands are calloused,…