In the quiet of the night, their whispers guide,
Like stars that light the path we stride.
Their love, a beacon in the endless dark,
The flame that ignites our hopeful spark.

With hands that hold, yet let us go,
They teach us all we need to know.
The strength they lend, the fears they chase,
In their embrace, we find our place.

Through trials and triumphs, they stand tall,
The silent heroes who catch our fall.
Their dreams for us, like wings to fly,
Carve the canvas of our sky.

In every smile and every tear,
Their essence lingers, always near.
For parents are the timeless song,
That in our hearts will ever belong.