In the quiet dawn, their whispers rise,
Guiding us through life’s endless skies.
Their hands, like roots, hold us near,
Sheltering hearts from every fear.

With eyes reflecting ancient tales,
They nurture dreams as the world pales.
Through trials and laughter, their strength remains,
In every joy and every pain.

Their love, a beacon in the night,
Guides us towards the morning light.
Unwavering, their spirits soar,
Anchors that hold forevermore.

In gratitude, we walk the path,
Carved by their love and gentle wrath.
For parents, guardians of the soul,
In their embrace, we are whole.