By: Elizabeth A. Kaine
In gentle whispers, love takes flight,
A guiding hand through day and night.
With open hearts and patient care,
Parents weave a bond so rare.
Through laughter shared and lessons taught,
In every struggle, love is sought.
They nurture dreams, both big and small,
In their embrace, we learn to stand tall.
With every story, every tear,
They build a world where hope draws near.
A steady presence, a warm embrace,
In their love, we find our place.
As roots grow deep, and branches spread,
The seeds of kindness gently fed.
For in their hearts, we find our way,
The light of good parenting guides each day.