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A poetic salute to Mom and Dad - no one's perfect... |
| My happy parents met more than forty years ago; Often, they have fought, many times, toe-to-toe. My dad and mom listening to each other’s rants – One person’s “can’s” becoming the other person’s “can’t’s”. My mom is controlling, emotional and warm, While Dad is stubborn, and meaning no harm. But the two of them work out their saintly affairs For the benefit of family and co-workers’ cares. One son is gay, and the other won’t marry, So having grandkids is doubtful, but why should they worry? Their children have meant so much to their dreams That simply not yielding is not what it seems. Headaches, stubbornness, and poor health prevail For the couple vowing patiently, to each other, not to fail… But for each breath, I am proud and exclaim with no bother, “God has blessed me with a world class mother and father!” |