In the quiet of the night, beneath a starry dome,
Lies a love profound, a love that feels like home.
It's the whisper of a lullaby, the warmth of a hand,
The gentle guiding presence, like an endless, soothing band.
From the first breath we take, through the first tears we shed,
Our parents stand beside us, where angels fear to tread.
Their love is not measured by grand displays or show,
But in the little moments, where true affections grow.
It's in the sleepless nights, the constant watchful eyes,
The sacrifices made, beneath both sun and skies.
They teach us to walk, to speak, to dream and to strive,
Their faith in us unwavering, their spirit keeps us alive.
Through every fall and stumble, every doubt and fear,
Their love remains our beacon, ever bright and clear.
They hold our hands through darkness, guide us to the light,
Their strength becomes our armor, our will to stand and fight.
As years roll by like rivers, as seasons ebb and flow,
The depth of their devotion, is something we come to know.
In every word of wisdom, in every tender care,
Lies a boundless love unspoken, always there to share.
For in the hearts of parents, lives a love so pure and true,
An endless source of comfort, in everything we do.
Their love is our foundation, our shelter from above,
A testament eternal, to how deeply we are loved.
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