When I was lost on the street of life,
My parents took my hand when I was confused.
Whenever I did something dumb due to being young,
My caregivers helped me turn a wrong into a right.
Every time I was living in misery,
They inspired me to rise up from the anguish.
My mother and father guided me through all the mazes,
Encouraging me to become the man I always wanted to be.
They will always be that inspiration that saved my soul,
And no deed is too powerful to express the thanks that I owe them.
- Author: Survivor48 ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2016 13:17
- Category: Reflection
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