My Parents

                 I oft recall my parents,

            Who dwell in Heaven above,

          Remember well, with fondness,

          When here, they showed such love.

    

         The care they both bestowed on

                ALL of their children, six,

          As tradesman, dad worked wonders,

                A problem? - he'd soon fix.

               Out early, in the morning,

                 Returning just 'fore bed,

               And while exhausted, he was, 

                Complaints, were never said.

               He knew it was his duty,

                   For family, - provide,

                And as a proper father,

                If needed, would, us, chide.

             While mum, she did look after

            Their offspring, house and chores,

             Teaching us all, with patience,

              When crawling, on all fours.

                We never did appreciate,

                    The sacrifices paid,

           By them, t'ensure their children,

                   Were always being fed.

              And disciplined - when needed,

             They taught us right from wrong,

                None of us had to wonder if

                     In family, did, belong.