Since conception, relentless rearing they so gave,
Trespassing on freedom and understanding from age-to-age,
Unappreciative of our livelihoods they so innocently steered,
Our souls tormented solitude’s weeping manifested as fear,
From time everlasting our consciousness pondered the motives of those `watchful eyes',
Our mind even questioned primitive attitudes of those so wise,
We even considered rebellion against those who `family authority lies',
Until age dawned and our mind unraveled those motives in disguise,
For what else had their intention been right from the very start?
Except that of love and protection of their offspring's own heart?
As we later scorn wisdom's blind advice manifesting our hearts past rage,
We feel guilt and mourn the parents we now crave,
In solitude we hope our parents can now see how we behave,
Unaware of the two angels above us whispering to our name:-
"Fear not our children, our love is not contained in the grave,
We are alive and will continuously guide you, reciprocating the happiness you once gave." |
