In the shadows of a quiet home,
Where silence speaks in whispered tones,
Larkin pondered life alone,
His parents’ love, his stepping stones.

Beneath the roof where memories blend,
He saw the world through their lens,
A father’s strength, a mother’s mend,
Their influence, a timeless friend.

The echoes of their gentle care,
Wove through his words, a subtle flair,
In every poem, their presence there,
A silent bond, beyond compare.

Though time may pass and seasons change,
Their essence in his lines arranged,
A testament to love’s vast range,
Larkin’s heart, forever engaged.