In the quiet of the night, their love shines bright,
Guiding us gently through the darkest of skies,
With whispered words and a tender light,
They lift us up whenever we rise.

Their hands, worn but strong, hold us near,
Through every storm, every tear,
A constant source of strength and cheer,
Their love, a melody we hold dear.

In their eyes, we see our reflection,
A mirror of dreams, hopes, and affection,
Teaching us life’s every lesson,
Their wisdom a cherished connection.

With gratitude, we honor their name,
For all their sacrifices, without claim,
Their love, an eternal flame,
Parents, our heroes, forever the same.