Little Canvas on the Hands of My Parents
Little Canvas on the Hands of My Parents
Visible veins of hope and toil were evident
Running through this little canvas of my parents
A touch of love that never fades or end
Precious hands I’ll treasure until twilight bend
These little canvas were rough and soiled
Wrinkled and justly even crooked
Caress my heart, purify my soul
Bears this fragile love, so tender and soft
They were proud, little canvas of yours
Colored with faith from deep of every wound
A rhyming beat, my heart was almost broke
Mending with a kiss so sweet and bloom
I cherish every moment I had this little canvas
Holding me through and never giving up
You raised me with your compassion so tight
Grateful I am to be your child
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