These are the names etched in my mind,
The voices I would never leave behind.
The hands that guide me when I go blind,
The smiles and hugs though my poems seldom rhymed.
These are the ones that still tuck me to bed,
The ears that listen to whatever I said.
The thoughtful hearts that remember to buy me bread,
The arms that fight in my stead.
These are the walls that keep me alive,
The minds that believe in me, when mine needs to be revived.
The shoulders to lean on, telling me to survive,
The pats on my back, willing me to thrive.
These are the reasons I am never alone,
The acts where pure love is truly shown.