Odd its taken oh so long
To realise the love so strong
That Mom and Dad have given me
Unceasing, daily, wittingly
Anger came in ebbs and flows
But never lasting, past my nose
For that's as far as it could see
Never meant to be an itchy flea
Instead the trellis - always there
For me to grow and twine a'where
Guidance given, words a s'poken
Concern and goodness, thus awoken
And till today, though old I be
Mom and Dad still there for me
Their lives a living testimony
Of those whose love is there for me
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