Tireless love of parents

In the quiet hours before dawn's first light, With weary eyes and hearts aglow, Parents toil through the silent night, Their love a river that endlessly flows. In every whispered lullaby's tune, In every sacrifice, big or small, Their efforts bloom beneath the moon, A testament to love's endless call. Through laughter shared and tears embraced, They build a world of dreams anew, Their hands the architects, their hearts encased In hopes and dreams for me and you. With every meal prepared with care, With every bedtime story told, Their love becomes the golden stair That guides us through life's threshold. So here's to parents' tireless love, Their efforts whispered, yet profound, A symphony sung from high above, In every heartbeat, their love resounds.