In the gentle light of morning’s grace, A parent’s love begins its tender chase. Soft whispers fill the quiet air,…
In the quiet of the night, we hold their tiny hands, Teaching them the world, through stories and gentle plans.…
In the cradle of their arms, we first find light, A beacon in the stormy seas of night, Their whispers…
In the quiet of the morning light, Her whispers chase away the night, A tender touch, a warm embrace, In…