The Haven in Their Arms

 




After storms I faced with silent cries,
And battles fought 'neath distant skies,
I came back home, a heart worn thin—
Yet found my healing deep within.

My father’s smile, my mother’s gaze,
Dissolved the weight of endless days.
No words were said, just pure embrace,
That wrapped me in their sacred grace.

That night I slept, both safe and sound,
As love unseen wrapped all around.
Their blessings bloomed like quiet fire—
And made me strong in ways much higher.









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