The journey-fellow may be hard-pressed to travel
But he always feels the pain to farewell
There may be a mammoth blocking his front yard
But he is always onward like an intrepid diehard
These loans of stones are the metal for his drones
He knows that Dad and Mum are fit for mighty thrones
His artwork is frail, yet as tough as the creator’s own bones
Mythology, history and geography are all overlapping zones
If you want to count the stars, it may take eternal hours
Mum and Dad are behind you, like a crescendo has bars
Did you know their guidance is like driverless cars?
This land seems arid, but is not fallow. We await the showers!
Mum and Dad want no thanks. They are fuel in the tanks
My parents were humble, but were certainly not mere file and ranks
O Dad! I am always glad. O Mum! I am never numb.
I have your grace and strength. Always upward is my thumb!
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So beautifully penned. What a great honour you bring to their memories with your words of love and gratitude . I feel the same . 43 years since Dad passed away . His memory li es strong in our hearts . The most precious Dad that we were so blessed to have to be borne to
thank you for this beautiful ode to our parents
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