What are parents really for?
When we are young, we need them.
but to a point, we would gradually despise them
But need them back as we get older.
Don't shake your head,
you know it there has been a moment,
where you wish they were dead,
You are now remembering it,
But regretting it,but it's okay,
I regret it too. Hoped, you had apologize.
But could one's parents,
misunderstood their child,
so badly,that they would,
never forgive their child?
Or one's parents intention,
was so misinterpret, that the child
of considerable age, run away from home?
Could one truly hate their parents?
One could hate their parents,
but still feel remorse or regret,
And if their parents are on their deathbeds
They would still forgive their parents
How could one hate their own parents?
As my father always says:
" If you hit your father,
lighting would strike you"
As you are about to,
close on this poem.
Could you please tell me,
What your parents mean to you?
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