Loving Parents
I listened to my parents arguing,
She shouted, Go, I want you to get out.
He never said a word,
He left without a jacket
Into the pouring rain.
I flung the door wide open,
Ran after him down the street.
He picked me up into his arms,
Saying, Hey, you’re going to cut yourself
Running in bare feet.
He turned and took me back home,
Both of us soaking wet.
Mother stood there crying,
She had said things she now regrets.
Dad said, Take the child upstairs,
She needs a nice warm bath.
Mother looked and took me,
Now she was crying too.
Dad made hot chocolate for three,
Warm cups in our hands,
And they promised
At least not to shout again,
Not in front of me.
I never heard them fight again,
Well, they didn’t when I was there at all.
That day in the pouring rain
Was a promise made to me,
When I was small.
The promise lasted till they died,
They ended up the best parents,
Whose arms to me
We’re always open wide.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Parents are wonderful even if they happen to show things from time to time. I miss mine very much,
what a beautiful poem
beautiful. i envy you. my parents fought too much.