In the stillness of the night, they watch and keep,
Their love, a fortress, in which we softly sleep.
Through shadows and through light, they always guide,
The silent guardians, forever by our side.

Their hands, worn and gentle, weave the fabric of our days,
With patience and with care, in a thousand little ways.
Their hearts, a beacon, in the darkest of our times,
Their whispers, like a melody, in life’s tender rhymes.

They stand as pillars, strong amidst the storm,
With every sacrifice, their love takes form.
Through every tear and every joy, they stay,
The silent guardians, come what may.

And as we grow and find our own path true,
We carry with us the love they always knew.
For in our hearts, their legacy remains,
The silent guardians, in our blood and veins.