In the silent hours of dawn, they rise,
With weary eyes and hearts so wise,
Their dreams set aside for the sake of ours,
Nurturing our lives like gentle showers.

Through trials and toils, they silently tread,
A path of devotion, where few dare to tread,
Their hands, though worn, are always there,
Guiding us with tender care.

In moments of joy and times of despair,
Their love remains a constant prayer,
A beacon of hope, unwavering and bright,
Shining through the darkest night.

The sacrifices they make, unknown to many,
Are the foundations of our cherished journey,
With each step we take, their love endures,
An eternal bond, steadfast and pure.