By Neha Dhami
In the cradle of a parent's arms,
A child finds solace in life's storm.
Love's tender touch is a soothing balm,
guiding through trials with gentle calm.
But as they grow, dilemmas arise:
questions and doubts behind innocent eyes.
Parents strive to shield and ease the way,
Yet hurdles appear in shades of gray.
Challenges like mountains loom ahead.
moments of fear and tears silently shed.
Yet in every setback, hope finds a place.
Love's enduring grace is a saving grace.
The bond between child and parent is strong.
A lifeline in moments when things go wrong.
Laughter shared memories of bright,
Nurturing dreams in love's soft light.
Parents stumble and make mistakes along the way.
But with open hearts, they learn and sway.
Children, too, grow wise with time.
Finding strength in love's gentle chime.
Communication, trust, pillars so tall,
Bridge the gaps, breaking down walls.
Understanding blooms, forgiveness is true,
Healing wounds and starting anew.
In the dance of love, both give and take,
Harmony is found, not a fake step.
For in each other's arms, hearts unite,
and love's guiding light is forever bright.
By Neha Dhami
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