In the silent whispers of the night,
Their love glows, a guiding light,
Through every storm and darkest hour,
Their embrace, a sheltering bower.

Hands that heal and hearts that mend,
With every sacrifice, they bend,
Unspoken dreams they lay aside,
So we can soar, so we can glide.

Eyes that watch with tender care,
Souls intertwined in silent prayer,
From first steps to daring flight,
Their love, a beacon, shining bright.

Though time may etch its lines and trace,
Their love remains, a timeless grace,
An endless well, a boundless sea,
Parents’ love, eternally free.