The day you left felt like a storm, rain washed away my smile
Every corner of this empty room whispered of you awhile
But in that silence, softly, came a knock upon my door
Mom's voice like a warm blanket, covering the cold floor
And they held me close, through the darkest hours
In the quiet tears, I found a different kind of flower
Their love, a steady flame, in the night of my despair
In losing one, I found a thousand ways they care
Dad sat down beside me, his stories filled the air
Tales of heartaches and of healing, of times both harsh and fair
He taught me strength through his eyes, a resilience born of years
In his laughter, I found comfort, in his wisdom, lessened fears
And they held me close, through the darkest hours
In the quiet tears, I found a different kind of flower
Their love, a steady flame, in the night of my despair
In losing one, I found a thousand ways they care
"Love comes and goes," Mom whispered, "but some lights never fade
We're your harbor, through the tempest, the foundation we've laid"
With every hug, every meal, through every shared quiet day
Their love, a lighthouse, guiding me back to the bay
And they held me close, through the darkest hours
In the quiet tears, I found a different kind of flower
Their love, a steady flame, in the night of my despair
In losing one, I found a thousand ways they care
So here's to the unsung heroes, who heal without a sound
To the bonds unbroken, where true comfort is found
To the love that whispers softly, in between the louder cries
To the family, the forever, beneath the fleeting skies