Gratitude

Parents are getting old

My success yet untold
I am getting pressured
But I will get there rest assured

It is good to remember the good old days

My brother and I used to ask toys to play
Their ocean deep love offers us
More than a toys to satisfy our hearts

I used to cry when I was little

Shhh.. Shhh.. my Mama comforts me
Enough.. Enough.. Baby Enough my dada told me
These comforting words relief the little me

In the near future, to show my gratitude this I will do;

I will treat them to luxurious hotel
I will bring them to Australia my dream country
I will let them rest in working from the farm
I will buy what they want, what they never experience before

I know the will refuse this things I offer

I know they are not materialistic father and mother
But I will insist as they daughter
To let them experience life full of joy and laughter
Parents are getting old
Right now all I can do
Is to pray for you, two
Your daughter loves you