poems about parental love

Perfect Me

You don’t seem to see,
anything wrong with me,

You don’t care,
about the extra bulges here and there,

You kiss my cheek,
whether or not I’ve brushed my teeth,

You beam at me as if,
I am everything,

You trust me with your important things,
from teddy bears to special hair pins,

It doesn’t matter what I wear,
as long as I am there,

You hold my hand no matter where,
who cares who stares,

I’ll horde every memory,
as slowly you’ll realize the world is bigger then me

and perfect me will

no longer be.

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Was looking through my writing stash and found this.

I know all you parents can relate.

HANDS

 
 
 
 
 
 Hands 
In these hands
a journey be
legend of the person
who used to be
 
calloused palms
scarred knuckles
crooked fingers
 
hands
that should
not
be
 
hands that scream
another truth
different reality
 
hands that
drive me
down the trai,
 
you hobble
walked
skipped
toddled
 
to the woman
whose hands
these be
 
hands that
carried
me
 
once
shrugged off
 angrily
now
I treasure
 for
now
I SEE
******