You gave a smile, a patient word,
A kindness soft, a hope unheard.
No echo came, no grand reply,
Yet still you let your mercy fly.
You showed up with a heart so wide,
Though no one saw the tears you hide.
You gave, and gave, and gave again—
A balm for someone else's pain.
The world may never speak your name,
Or light your path with praise or fame.
But in the silence, flowers grow
From seeds you planted long ago.
So keep on sowing love and grace,
In every quiet, hidden place.
For though the bloom may not be near,
Your kindness lives—it lingers here
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