In the quiet of the night, they stand,
Guardians of dreams, with gentle hands.
Whispering hopes in the moonlit air,
Their silent strength, beyond compare.
Through storms and sun, they weave their care,
Building bridges, always there.
With every step, their love unfolds,
A tapestry of stories told.
In laughterâs echo, their voices blend,
Teaching lessons that never end.
With eyes that watch, and hearts that guide,
In their shadow, we find our stride.
As time moves on, their wisdom stays,
Guiding us through life’s winding maze.
For in their love, we find our home,
A place where we are never alone.