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Mother and Father

a poem to my parents

By Madison B. Published 4 months ago Updated 4 months ago 1 min read
Mother and Father
Photo by Liv Bruce on Unsplash

Sometimes life can bring you down,

A dreaded hurricane whirling down at its foe.

What would you call a family?

We may argue to ends earth,

Crying in the sheets of an abandoned bed.

Love is what is painful,

Tiresome raising a little person can be.

Working day and night,

With little appreciation from one who does not speak.

But a small hand that smells of children,

And a smile from a gift from God.

The tears may hurt,

Streaking down the babies cheeks.

But the laughter that bubbles from the mouth of a small child,

Is worth so much more than a pot of gold.

The spark in a child's eyes,

As it sees the wonder of the world.

Or the snuggles that it will give,

As their parents hold it in their arms.



and sound.

It may have been a difficult journey,

And my parents may not have been perfect.

But you raised me the best you could,

And I can not explain what I would feel if I lost that.

love poems

About the Creator

Madison B.

I love to write stories! I ❤ music (TOP, GD, MCR, SD, SWS, BVB, PTV, MIW, P!ATD, FAB, GS, B-182, FIR, ATL, MP, AY), the MCU, & animals. I hope u enjoy my stories and poems as much as I do! Have a great day! :)





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