In the quiet dawn of morning light,
A gentle hand guides the way,
Through dreams and days, both calm and bright,
A parentâs love holds sway.
In laughterâs echo, in tears that fall,
Their strength a steadfast tree,
Rooted deep in lifeâs gentle call,
A bond eternally free.
Through storms that rage and skies so clear,
Their wisdom lights the night,
A beacon bright, forever near,
Guiding hearts to flight.
In every step, a story told,
In every smile, a grace,
A legacy of love, pure and bold,
In lifeâs tender embrace.