Being A Parent
My dear parents!
My dear parents
Thought I could never see
A poem that ‘tis long
Given for you,
With love, with my song
On this I write cause
O You were my poem
O dreamed of writing
Of this awaited masterpiece
I longed to paint
I’ve seen you’re always shining
I Care for the day
I reached for in my
Invert hopeful quest
For my life will never be fulfilled
You are my parents
I am your child
Now with all this things
That you have given
I am blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem