In the quiet dawn, their love is unfurled,
A gentle touch, a whisper, a promise in the world.
Mother and father, the roots of our tree,
Nurturing, guiding, setting us free.

Their hands are worn from years of care,
Building dreams with patience, laying hearts bare.
In their eyes, we see the reflection of grace,
A legacy of love, etched on our face.

Through storms and sunshine, they stand tall,
Catching us gently, whenever we fall.
Their wisdom, a beacon, lighting our way,
A constant reminder, come what may.

As time weaves its tapestry, their essence remains,
In our hearts, their love forever sustains.
Mother and father, our eternal guides,
In their embrace, pure love abides.