In the quiet whispers of dawn, they rise,
Bearing the weight of dreams yet unseen,
With hands calloused, hearts tender and wise,
They weave futures from threads of the past.

Through storms fierce and days unending,
Their strength a beacon against the tide,
Silent guardians, ever defending,
Sacrifices made with love and pride.

Their laughter a balm for weary souls,
In the warmth of their embrace, we find,
A refuge where brokenness becomes whole,
In their eyes, the light of love shines.

For every tear unshed, every hope held dear,
Their legacy whispered through time’s embrace,
A testament to love, unwavering and clear,
In shadows, their sacrifices leave a trace.