The bond between parent and child

A bond that starts before a word,

In silence, where no voice is heard.

It blooms within a gentle sigh,

A love that never questions why.

A parent’s arms, a child’s first nest,

A quiet place where hearts find rest.

Through sleepless nights and joy-filled days,

A steady hand, a guiding gaze.

The child, in awe, will learn to see

The world through eyes that once were free.

But in their parent’s steady grace,

They find a strength, a warm embrace.

Through laughter shared, through tears that fall,

The bond grows deeper, standing tall.

It weaves through every trial and fight,

A constant flame, a guiding light.

As years may pass, and time may turn,

The child will rise, the lessons learned.

But still, that bond remains the same,

A quiet echo, a steady flame.

For love like this can never fade,

It shapes and molds, it builds, it aids.

And though they walk their separate ways,

The heart of one, the other sways.

Through every age, through every stage,

The parent’s love will never age.

A bond that time cannot divide,

A love that lasts, side by side.