Gratitude to My Parents
Like steadfast roots beneath a towering tree,
You anchored me through every stormy gale.
Your wisdom, like the moon that lights the sea,
Guided my path when strength began to fail.
With hands as gentle as the morning dew,
You shaped my dreams like sculptors mold the clay.
Through every trial, your love forever true,
A lighthouse shining in the foggy gray.
Your voices, like the songbirds in the spring,
Gave wings to all the hopes within my heart.
In every joy, your care was blossoming,
Like petals soft, you played the perfect part.
So here, in words, I offer thanks to you—
My pillars strong, my sky so wide and blue.
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