"Even in her storm, she heard

It happened back then—now I just want to say, Thanks for not letting me drift away. You had your own weight, your share of pain, Yet still, you stopped to walk me through the rain. You didn’t need to fix or guide, Just being there was more than pride. You listened real, you made me feel Like what I said I had time to heal. Even when your world felt tight, You still made room to hear me right. I won’t forget those quiet shows— Of care, of calm, the way it goes. "I may not say it every day, But your kindness still lights my way".