In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
Their gentle voices weave dreams anew,
Guiding us softly through life’s tender maze,
With wisdom and love, steadfast and true.

Their hands, though weathered by years gone by,
Hold tales of sacrifice, courage, and grace,
In every gentle touch, a lullaby,
A testament to love’s enduring trace.

Through storms of doubt and paths unclear,
Their unwavering strength becomes our guide,
A beacon of hope, dispelling all fear,
In their shadows, we find a place to confide.

As time unfurls its endless scroll,
Their legacy written in hearts they mend,
For the greatest gift they ever bestow,
Is the love that knows no end.