In the quiet dawn they rise, without complaint or sigh,
Their dreams put on hold, for our future they vie.
With hands calloused by time, they work through the pain,
Ensuring our lives are sheltered from the rain.

Their eyes, though tired, still sparkle with love,
Guiding us gently like stars from above.
They give without measure, never counting the cost,
In their embrace, we are never lost.

Through nights dark and long, they silently keep watch,
Mending our fears with a tender touch.
Their sacrifices, unseen, yet deeply felt,
In their warmth, our hearts safely melt.

And as we grow, with lessons learned,
We realize the love they’ve earned.
For parents’ sacrifice is a gift so rare,
An endless bond beyond compare.