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Ode to Dad and Mom


Dad, the center of the family.

Keeping his eyes locked on us,

To be sure we are never harmed.

He has the brawns of an ox,

The brains of a village elder,

And the heart of a lion.

He teaches me lessons of life.

I listen to everything he says,

For he is never wrong.

Mom, the sun of the family.

You make the darkness go away.

And just like the sun,

Over a garden of flowers,

You let me grow.

And with each passing day,

I grow more and more,

Till the day I am fully grown.

Just because I am fully grown,

Does not mean I won’t ever need the sun again.

Dad and Mom, you are my muses.

I look up to you both for guidance.

Like most relationships,

Between parents and child,

We do not always agree,

But that does not matter.

For you are my parents,

And I am your son.

 
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