It is said that a parent's love is the purest form of love that can be found on earth
It is said that a parent's love is the purest form of love that can be found on earth,
But what about a child's love, silent yet strong,
Carrying the burden of gratitude and understanding, an unspoken promise to give back
All that was given to them, every dream and every unwritten hope.
A child may never speak the words aloud, but they know,
They know about the nights when parents stayed awake, worried about the future,
About the moments when they smiled through pain just to keep the warmth at home,
About the dreams they left behind so that their child's could take flight.
And so, when a child dreams of success, they never do it just for themselves,
It is for the mother who wore the same old clothes so they could have new books,
For the father whose hands were hardened by years of hard work,
So theirs could remain soft and gentle, for those who asked for nothing but deserved the world.
A child carries this love as a silent promise to give back,
To bring back the laughter that once faded, to ensure their parents no longer feel the weight of struggle,
Because no matter how much time passes, no matter how far they go,
A child may never say it, may never find the right words,
But deep in their soul, one of their greatest dreams is to look their parents in the eye and say—
"It's your turn to rest now. Let me take care of you."
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Dan Enache
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