Poem of a Sad Parent: Questions I Ask Today, They will Ask Tomorrow
Once there was a man, a good family man
Spent every penny, hard earned for his sons
Showing them the world the best way he can
Gave them everything even his own dreams undone.
“From seeds now have leaves and branches that waves
Independently in air, in my garden young trees bears
Wish I gave my best for I wanted them to be the finest,”
Undoubtedly you did, his loving wife whispered.
Love for his children, hardship is nothing
Bitterness awaits them, without their knowing
Now he’s an elder, expect love and their care
From His offspring, in their abode no one proffer.
“Are we a burden, worthless, in vain? What have I done?
Why can’t my sons give light to my weaken sight?
I held their hands in taking the first step of their lives
Why can’t they support the last few steps of my life?”
“Perhaps my children forget, don’t see my sorrow
My present today will be their present tomorrow
If I’m old today, they’ll grow old tomorrow
Questions I ask today, they will ask tomorrow.”
The only thing he’s thankful,
God gave him a wife, a companion
So good, so faithful, her love truly he treasure
Both were together steadfast in stormy weather
Not been a hurdle for their love
That strengthens them forever.