Parent's Love
What are you doing?
Where are you at the moment?
A message for the child was sent.
Focused on the phone, patiently waiting.
For a reply from the child on what he’s doing,
And where did their child’s time have spent.
Seconds runs so fast,
Minutes seems to rush,
They’re impatiently waiting,
Then they scans their phonebook that’s so vast,
Finding no time for theirself to hair brush,
Dashing to their phone, dialing.
Then their child doesn’t answer,
Their heart beats faster,
Nervous and eager to find the reason,
Why there’s no answer from their daughter or son.
Tig...dig...tig... dig....tig...dig...
Heart beats faster that seemed to dig.
Late at night their child comes home,
Like nothing happens along,
Ignoring what his parents are doing,
Walking at the stairs thinking nothing.
How painful it is for his parents,
Being treated by their own child as such.
A new morning rises,
All seems quiet and serene,
His parents are still concerned,
Of what happened at dawn,
But no explanation was heard,
Still the parents love the child unconditionally yet
stirred.
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