I am truly sorry for my disdain,  For words that cut like thorns upon your heart.  In shadows cast, I felt the weight of pain,  Yet through this strife, I’ve learned to play my part.   Your life a beacon in my darkest hours,  With kindness rich as blooms in springtime's grace.  You nurtured dreams and tended fragile flowers—  Your caring hands have shaped me in this space.   So let these lines express what’s deep inside:  A heartfelt thanks for all that you bestow.  Though wounded words may linger with their tide,  It’s love reflected back from what we know.   Forgive my faults; embrace our wounded song—  In gratitude I find where we belong.