In the quiet hours of the night, they stand,
Watching over dreams with a gentle hand.
Through storms and sunshine, ever they stay,
Their love a beacon that shows the way.

With every sacrifice, every tear they hide,
They build our wings so we can glide.
A fortress of strength, a well of grace,
In their embrace, we find our place.

The lessons they teach, the stories they share,
In every word, we find they care.
Silent guardians of our fleeting years,
They chase away our deepest fears.

As time moves on, their hair turns gray,
Still, their love will never sway.
In their shadow, we learn to stand,
Guided by their loving hand.