If I wrote a poem about my parents
I'm not sure what it would say
But I know that they have lived lives of value
Because they understand compassion
And they understand human pain
Nobody is perfect
Even parents can make mistakes
But I know one true fact about mine
Is that every decision
That they made for me
Was made out of deep love
A bond only they have with me
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