Touching Parents Poetry Genre Modern Poetry Parents .

Mother's love is a warm ray of sunshine.

And the advent of every day of the whole season.

Rippling like a spring breeze.

Wake all emotions out of hibernation.

It is the perception of life.

It exudes the fragrance of life.

Sensual sweet intoxicated.

There is no doubt about it.

It's a kind of willing love.

Even if the wind blows the firmament of time.

Even if the rain wets the years of youth.

Even if the soul is beaten by the crests and valleys of the waves.

What could be more reliable than that?

Say nothing.

Everything.

Only true love is here to keep it selflessly.

Father's love. Fatherly love is a wall.

It's heavy. But it can be relied on.

Father's love is port. It can be sheltered from wind and waves.

But it must be a long voyage.

Father's love is still indescribable.

It's hard to understand. To be readable is to be a thought.

Fatherly love sometimes.

and his slap.

Inseparable.

That touch.

And the last few leaves.

With the emotion that grew for three seasons.

Stick to their territory.

Flowers at the feet.

Put the last drop of sad tears.

Hanging and swaying in the wind.

The grass that was once tender and green.

It has also been vicissitudes. I don't know if it is.

Put the last one moving.

Leave it to the coming season.

A lonely soul.

The last few leaves.

and the embellishment of flowers that have dried up.

So it was even more lonely.

I once wanted to ignite the rich green of the past.

Bury a good thing in your heart.

Snowflakes drifting in the distance.

It warmed his heart a little.

So there was a new idea.

I want to get out of this loneliness.

It's just because there is still a touch in my heart.

Maybe sometime in the future.

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The moment the ego was born.

I heard their words.

It was in my heart at that time.

They were left with their voices.

The day I opened my eyes.

Their faces caught their eyes.

In my heart ever since.

carved their ageless faces.

They are our parents.

They gave us life.

Gave us bodies.

Gave us a space to live.

They take us from naivety to maturity.

Let's go from ignorance to knowledge.

Let us have a splendid one'Tomorrow.

They taught us the right mind.

Taught us how to behave.

They have sweated countless times for us.

Exhausted a lifetime.

They created us.

Psalms about them.

There has never been a gorgeous highlight.

The greatest of the greatest psalms.

God brings or uses the most simple language.

Because of them. It can be for us forever and ever.

Face the loess with your back to the sky.

Frost-dyed black hair has no regrets.

When will we find out.

It was they who silently gave their all.

Never asked for a return.

When will we find out.

They are the ones who make us who we are today.

They love us.

We want to keep their lives going.

We are to love them too.

They are the beginning of our lives.

Remember them — our parents.

Remember them in your life.

Care, comfort, love.

Remember they gave us that place to call home.

That's where you lean on.

And always remember.

Care for them with a grateful heart.

Our parents.