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.
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.
About the Creator
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! :)