Through reflections of youth and the time on Dads knee
The hunger subsided from Mom feeding me
All my years not to worry of future to be
Is a side of my parents I was too young to see
A firm hand mistaken, for anger back then
Ignorance thinking that hurt couldn’t mend
And knowing now, they had my back in the end
Is the side of my parents I now see as friends
Black and white photos with big goofy smiles
Haircuts and clothing that’s so “out of style”
Times with my family, if just for a while
The side of my parents I seen as a child
In a world that’s expanding and nothing is “free”
I’ll show thanks for blessings and time spent with thee
As age and sore joints are revealing to me
A side of my parents I don’t wish to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very moving poem, thanks for sharing.