In the quiet hours of dawn,
When dreams still dance in sleepy eyes,
They rise with silent, steadfast grace,
To weave a world of love and ties.

Their hands, though worn with time and toil,
Build castles from the simplest things,
With every touch, a life is shaped,
In whispered hopes their spirit sings.

Through storms of life, they stand as shields,
Their courage strong, their hearts a flame,
In every sacrifice, a gift,
A legacy without a name.

When shadows fall and days are long,
Their light remains, a guiding star,
In every step, their love endures,
A testament to who we are.