In the quiet whispers of the night,
Their gentle words bring calm and light.
A guiding star, ever so bright,
Parents’ love, a timeless flight.

Through every storm and passing rain,
They shelter us from hurt and pain.
With open arms, again and again,
Their strength and warmth forever remain.

In laughter shared and tears that fall,
Their presence steady, standing tall.
A comforting hand, a gentle call,
In their embrace, we have it all.

As time moves on, and we must part,
Their lessons linger in the heart.
An endless echo from the start,
Parents’ love, a work of art.