Ode To My Parents Poem by Daniel Mentor

Great forerunners! I seek the voice of nightingale
Your eulogy jingles in the bell
It reminds of the bond, of sacrifice, love and family
It rings of those etiquette you cherish as lily
I know who I am, your life artwork.

But I have a puzzle, a railway track in my heart
Do you really know your child?
You hustle with the sun and the moon
At twilight, you are worn out and weary
You sleep late and wake early

Your life artwork is weary
I cry of headache... of insensitivity
you have my butt punctured with syringe
Yet all I need is your attention
A simple quality bond

I am starving of attention
A thinsie more than usual
check my eyes
check my nose and my toes
check my nails and my health

Great Forerunners! I know who I am
Your life artwork
I know you said obey
But I don't think I'm okay
I feel sad and angry, anxious and curious

Your life artwork is a dream
That dream I'm poised to live
That fashion I'm keen to be
But do you really know your child?
Your life artwork, your sensation.