In the quiet shadows of our lives,
Their whispers guide our restless hearts,
Unseen, they weave the threads of dreams,
Guardians of our fragile starts.

With gentle hands, they shape and mold,
The clay of youth, unformed and free,
Through storms and calm, their stories told,
In silent strength, our legacy.

Their eyes reflect our brightest dawns,
Yet hide the tears of endless night,
For in their love, a world is drawn,
Where hope and courage take their flight.

Though time may steal their fleeting grace,
Their echoes linger in our soul,
A tapestry of love’s embrace,
Guiding us toward our destined goal.