Daddy-kins, Mother Dear

April 5, 2009
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He cooks. He cleans. He studies. He works.
She scrubs. She vacuums. She talks. She helps.
He instructs. He disciplines. He comforts. He cares.
She balances. She finances. She straightens out. She loves.
His head spins. His temples throb. His arches fall. His mind fogs.
Her back aches. Her stomach stabs. Her hands cramp. Her gut wrenches.
His allergies plague.
Her scar tissue pulls.

The pain is there, it’s almost never gone.
And yet, even through it, they do EVERYTHING.

They took the time to BE with us. They took the frustration to DISCIPLINE us. They spent the energy to TEACH us. And they ALWAYS showed they LOVED us.

I know I’ve missed a lot, and there’re things I cannot see, but even knowing just this much, my parents are what I strive to be.

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