04/06/2026
In every home where love is found,
there’s a quiet strength that runs profound.
A parent’s heart, both firm and kind,
a steady light for all to find.
They give their all, both day and night,
to guide us gently toward what’s right.
Through every fall, through every start,
they hold us close within their heart.
And then there’s grandma, grandpa too,
with stories old and wisdom true.
Soft hands that comfort, eyes that see
the child we’re still meant to be.
Their love is patient, deep, and strong,
a place where we have always belonged.
Together they form a sacred art,
the beating love within our heart.