In the quiet morning glow,
Mom’s gentle touch, soft and slow,
Her laughter, a melody that flows,
In every hug, her warmth she shows.
Dad’s wisdom like the ancient trees,
Strong and deep, it sets us free,
His stories, a sail on life’s seas,
Guiding us to what we can be.
Together, they’re our guiding star,
Near or far, they light our path,
In their love, we travel far,
Their lessons, our treasured hearth.
In every step, in every stride,
Mom and Dad, our constant guide,
With hearts so vast, love so wide,
In their embrace, we forever reside.
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