I wish I could hold and love your hands
And kiss them with my tear-filled eyes.
For me you’ve always been everything
Parent, teacher, breadearner and guide:
You gave me and my siblings the best
Of care and generous love and support.
Your gracious regard helps us be greater
Than we’d ever have been in our lives:
Richer, happier, assured and dynamic
In a future in which you’d ever be great.
With mom, you held us close to your hearts
Till the time came and adversity arrived
And I had to go abroad. He refused to let me go.
I showed him my tattered shoes and shirt
And told him how proud we had been
As long as he was earning and supported
Us in schools and colleges and paid all fees.
Now the times had changed and we needed
Big money to build careers worthwhile.
Both of us wept and he said, “Yes, you may go.”
But mother, so proud and sure of her children
She was in hospital but I was sure she’d be fine
And accept my decision, she was a realist.
Unto parents worldwide, my respectful salute.
They endure pain and suffering yet sacrifice
The joy of parenthood to see us through
Like the One Above who feels our pain
And helps us to rise and conquer misfortune
And attain the success and glory we sought.
Copyright © M.A.Q. Rizvon | Year Posted 2021
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