You helped me stand when times were tough,
Put food on plates when things got rough.
You gave your help in things and deeds,
But never touched the softer needs.

You showed up late, but still, you came
And maybe that was not your shame.
You spoke in actions, not in tone,
And left me learning love alone.

I waited years for words to land,
A gentle voice, a holding hand.
But now I see—perhaps you tried,
In ways your own heart kept inside.

I don’t need more, I’ve made my way,
But still there’s things I wish you’d say.
No blame, no anger left to throw
Just parts of me you’ll never know.