In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
A parent’s love begins its tender chase.
Soft whispers fill the quiet air,
Promises of care beyond compare.

Their hands, a fortress strong and true,
Guide each step as we journey through.
With every fall, a lesson learned,
In their embrace, hope is returned.

Through storms of life, they stand so tall,
A beacon of strength when shadows fall.
Their love, a tapestry finely spun,
Woven with kindness, never undone.

As years unfold, their wisdom grows,
A guiding star when the cold wind blows.
In their eyes, a love that never fades,
A timeless bond that life never shades.