Even as I drag my feet
Weariness leeching on my back
Burdens to carry, weights to lift
Yet in front I see:
Dark figure illuminated in light
Open welcoming door of home
Arms spread out, to embrace
The love of a parent
Do you remember,
You were young and I was younger
My hands shivered in the cold
Trembled, then stilled under your own
Warmth enveloping my hands
And I was made warm again
By your hands
Do you recall
The movies we watched together
In the dark of the cinema
You shoved the popcorn in front of me
Covered me under a jacket you brought
And my eyes were glued to the flashing
Lights and smokes and special effects
And I neglected to realise your actions
Were so much more worth watching
Precious yet predictable
But so, so worth watching
Even now, I sit in your car
You wasted your time and fuel
Put in effort to arrive before me
Or at least, as I see your face
Weatherbeaten and careworn
I notice it, I really do
But silently I step into the car
Quickly indulge you with bits of life
Stories and tales, real, I'm not lying
You smile a little, and so do I
And only when at home do I realise
You were indulging me
And I see your love, I truly do
Perhaps subtle little hints, but
I see the back of your love
As you stride in first into home
You are illuminated in light
And I follow you
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Tears Of The Rose
PoezjaA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
