You weren't born with instructions, a manual or a guide
We did what we thought best for you with love from deep inside
We soothed your ills and patched 'skinned-up'knees
We pushed you on the swings
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how to ride a bike.. butterfly wings, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This was a very sweet poem, my favorite parts are the second to last and the last stanza. Because they're true, children will never see those special gifts that they're parents give them but they'll always have them :)