Not all family is given—some we find,
Woven through years, steady and kind.
Not by blood, but by something strong,
A bond that’s held when days felt wrong.

You were there when the light grew thin,
A voice that pulled me back again.
Not with grand speeches, not with demands,
Just quiet strength, just steady hands.

I’ve seen you rise, I’ve seen you break,
I’ve seen the toll the hard years take.
Yet still you stand, still you fight,
Still you find your way to light.

So if the weight should press too deep,
If silence drowns or shadows creep,
Know this truth that will not sway—
You are not alone. Not then. Not today.