My Parents
Every child has a parent and a story to be told, but not every child
Has two parents, two parents of gold.
So unselfish, so giving, so much love never ending.
Always there for us, always in support of us,
Without any questions asked of us.
Down the road still living their lives for us.
They would never think of giving up on us.
We truly were blessed the day God gave them to us.
For his hand to mold, a parent worth gold,
Is a child's story that's rarely told.
For God has made them human that's a fact.
They fault, they sadden, they even sin in anger,
But, what my siblings and I have learned from our Mother and Father
Is no matter what, support one another.
For if one is falling, just be there to catch, without any questions asked.
Life is not perfect and we may not be our parent that our children see,
But, we'll make sure that they see gold supports their destiny.
Prevail, yes we will, because forever we behold not one, but two,
"Parents of Gold".
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