A poem for my parents
In the quiet corners of my heart, where memories dance in the light,
A poem for my parents, a tribute to their love, their might.
They are the pillars of my world, the roots of my existence,
Two souls who shaped me, with every breath, they gave me life.
They are the sun and the moon, the stars that guide my way,
Their love is a river, flowing deep, a constant, steady sway.
Through the storms of life, they stood firm, their strength a beacon bright,
Their wisdom, a lighthouse, guiding me, through the darkest night.
They are the gardeners of my dreams, nurturing, they toiled,
With love as their spade, they cultivated the seeds of my soul.
They taught me to dream, to reach for the stars, to never yield,
To believe in myself, to follow my heart, to never be idle.
They are the wind beneath my wings, the force that propels me,
Their faith in me, a gift beyond measure, a treasure I possess.
They are the mountains I climb, the rivers I cross, the paths I explore,
Their love, an eternal flame, that burns within my core.
A poem for my parents, a testament to their love, their grace,
A reflection of their lives, a legacy that I embrace.
As I grow, I carry their wisdom, their strength, their courage,
Their love, forever etched in my heart, a love that I cherish.
So here’s to my parents, the authors of my story,
A poem for my parents, a love that will never be forgotten.
For in their eyes, I see the world, in their hearts, I find my place,
A poem for my parents, a love that will always remain.
