In the quiet dawn, they stand like trees,
Their roots entwined with the earth’s embrace,
Branches sheltering us from life’s stormy seas,
With whispers of wisdom, they guide our pace.

Eyes that hold the stories untold,
Hands that cradle dreams yet to be,
Hearts that beat with warmth so bold,
In their love, we find our sanctuary.

Through nights of worry and days of grace,
They weave our hopes with tender threads,
With every step, a gentle trace,
Of sacrifice, where their love spreads.

As time unfolds its gentle hand,
Their legacy in us remains,
Carved in the heart, a timeless brand,
Parents: the love that never wanes.