There lies a tale of love profound,
Every parents' sacrifices, often unsound.
Hard to understand the ways,
As children are in their younger days.
For in parent's shout, a lesson lies,
In every beating, a love truly tries,
To guide the steps, to light life's way,
In the hopes of children, parents find their sway.
The trials of suffering, as stories shared,
Lies wisdom gained, for you to be prepared.
In every warmth, in every tear,
A parent's love lies, it is truer.
Yet in this dance of life's cruel jest,
Children falter, put us to test,
Expecting only to be understood,
While parents give all, as best they could.
The love granted, a true treasure,
A legacy of great care,
Not for reward no seeking wealth,
But for their future, with love as wealth.
To grant the gifts they never knew,
A love so pure, every day it's new,
But in return, just to understand,
Seems oft too much, in life's grandstand.
But still, they hope, in silent plea,
That children learn, and someday see,
The depth of love and sacrifices made,
In every step and the life of road.
For in the end, when they depart,
It's not for praise or pride of heart,
But for the hope, that they will find,
A gift of joy, true and kind.
So let us cherish, the love they give,
And in their footsteps, learn to live,
For in their love, our futures lie,
A gift of love, reaching high.
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