Bel Esprit
02-02-2011, 10:07 AM
Parent’s Love
This poem is dedicated to all the young children studying. You may send this to your young children if any, from the experience of a young child, from the lenses of a grown adult.
A birth, cries of a new life,
a whimper, sweet child is born
Laughter, tears of joy, parents cradle, you, the precious child,
smiling like a battle was won.
Years down the road,
so quickly you've grown,
white hairs in parent's head has shown.
You think, innocent child then,
how you wanted to grow older,
wanted that spectacles in the glass display,
whining at why you haven't got things your playmates owned,
never asking why you've got love and they don't.
Now you are older and writing this poem,
You worry you are getting older,
Yearn that you were much younger!
Ye wonder, all the irony of all these desires.
Now you’ve got a job,
Sometime down the road,
You want to hop.
Earning the bucks you realized was hard,
Felt like going back to school somewhat.
Think again of those days you complained study was hard,
Skipped classes and hated exams,
Lamenting to your parents they stress you out so much.
Ah! Then, you forgot,
And perhaps, it never came across your mind,
Your parents worked so hard
to bring in the bucks,
At times their pride may have suffered,
you figure, you better stay away from Dad today,
He is in a foul mood, and mum too, you say.
Never did you realize till today,
How wonderful a gift you were given,
From the sacrifice of your parents.
Then you ignorant child, spent without having to earn,
Complained how hard you were pushed
to study hard for an education (for your career),
That was only yours, not your parents.
However, was given free to you, that other children may never be privileged enough to receive.
So treasure the love from your parents, young children and not complain but think more for your parents.
Best Wishes,
Bel Esprit (B.E)
Hi All,
Am an amateur poet. My interest is in writing poetry to express life and it's purpose.
Thanks for reading!
B.E
This poem is dedicated to all the young children studying. You may send this to your young children if any, from the experience of a young child, from the lenses of a grown adult.
A birth, cries of a new life,
a whimper, sweet child is born
Laughter, tears of joy, parents cradle, you, the precious child,
smiling like a battle was won.
Years down the road,
so quickly you've grown,
white hairs in parent's head has shown.
You think, innocent child then,
how you wanted to grow older,
wanted that spectacles in the glass display,
whining at why you haven't got things your playmates owned,
never asking why you've got love and they don't.
Now you are older and writing this poem,
You worry you are getting older,
Yearn that you were much younger!
Ye wonder, all the irony of all these desires.
Now you’ve got a job,
Sometime down the road,
You want to hop.
Earning the bucks you realized was hard,
Felt like going back to school somewhat.
Think again of those days you complained study was hard,
Skipped classes and hated exams,
Lamenting to your parents they stress you out so much.
Ah! Then, you forgot,
And perhaps, it never came across your mind,
Your parents worked so hard
to bring in the bucks,
At times their pride may have suffered,
you figure, you better stay away from Dad today,
He is in a foul mood, and mum too, you say.
Never did you realize till today,
How wonderful a gift you were given,
From the sacrifice of your parents.
Then you ignorant child, spent without having to earn,
Complained how hard you were pushed
to study hard for an education (for your career),
That was only yours, not your parents.
However, was given free to you, that other children may never be privileged enough to receive.
So treasure the love from your parents, young children and not complain but think more for your parents.
Best Wishes,
Bel Esprit (B.E)
Hi All,
Am an amateur poet. My interest is in writing poetry to express life and it's purpose.
Thanks for reading!
B.E