I begin to get sad and my mother comforts me.

Me and my mother cuddle like cubs.

I begin to get worried, me and my father hug like best buds.

I've always been blessed, Never had a reason to stress.

I worry about the wrong things and try to make everyone happy.

I've stopped and focused on myself and things are so much more  sense.

I've been able to be free.

I've even sat at my own table.

I love people who make me feel right.

My mother and father are that right !

They are the wind to my kite.

They are the air to my flight.

My mother is what keeps me on the rise

My father is what helps me fight.