Parents…What do my parents mean to me?
Take some time as you read my rhyme,
Full of words, I speak my mind;
What do my parents mean to me?
Day one, I was held by their hands,
Crying my dry tears, meeting my first peers;
Day two, I grew, taking my first step,
Slowly finding my way, ignoring what they say;
Day three, I wanted to be free,
Hiding behind a stool, not wanting to go to school;
Day four, was blurry, they said they’re sorry, but
They had someone else, I felt totally replaced;
Day five consisted of laughter and tears,
While they laughed as a family, I cried unbelievably;
Day six, I was growing up aware of my risks,
I walked out, leaving them full of doubts;
Day seven, what happen to what we call heaven?
They asked, as I covered my face with a mask;
Today, I sit here reuniting with my first peers,
Craving my childhood, thinking only if I could…
Go back and show, what I now know,
To my treasured parents, everyone should know.