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Love Poems for Parents

Parents are the real heroes of our lives, yet they are often neglected by us. Love poems for parents celebrate our love for these unsung heroes.

Parents sacrifice a major part of their lives to bring up their kids. They do not consider it as their duty; rather they do it willingly and lovingly as a part of a natural process. And when it is our turn to fulfill their suppressed dreams, we often take these as our duty towards them.

In fact, parents play the most influential role in our life. In childhood, they play the role of a protective shield, in puberty they are the best friends, in high school they play the role of the biggest advisor.

In other word, parents play different roles in different aspects of life. Aren't you feeling the urge to thank them now? Parents' poems are the perfect way to say all the things which you could not express in words.

To Mother by Marina Tsvetaeva

In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We had listened to your quiet call,
Since then all the living things are alien
And the knocking of the clock consoles.

We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets,
And are drunk on nearness of the end.
All, with which on better nights we're wealthy
Is put in the hearts by your own hand.

Bowing to a child's dreams with no tire.
(Only crescent looked in them indeed
Without you)! You have led your kids past
Bitter lifetime of the thoughts and deeds.

From the early age the sad one's close to us,
Laughter bores and home we left behind..
Our ship not in good times left the harbor
And it sails by will of every wind!

Azure isle of childhood is paling,
On the deck of ship we stand alone.
It appears, oh mother, to your daughters
You've left an inheritance of woe.



Father by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

He never made a fortune, or a noise
In the world where men are seeking after fame;
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
Who loved the very ground on which he trod.
They thought him just little short of God;
Oh you should have heard the way they said his name - 'Father.'

There seemed to be a loving little prayer
In their voices, even when they called him 'Dad.'
Though the man was never heard of anywhere,
As a hero, yet somehow understood
He was doing well his part and making good;
And you knew it, by the way his children had
Of saying 'Father.'

He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,
But he gave them blood untainted with a vice,
And opulence of undiluted health.
He was honest, and unpurchable and kind;
He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind.
So he made them heirs to riches without price -
This father.

He never preached or scolded; and the rod -
Well, he used it as a turning pole in play.
But he showed the tender sympathy of God.
To his children in their troubles, and their joys.
He was always chum and comrade with his boys,
And his daughters - oh, you ought to hear them say
'Father.'

Now I think of all achievements 'tis the least
To perpetuate the species; it is done
By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.
But the man who keeps his body, and his thought,
Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot,
Then the highest earthly glory he was won,
When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son
Says 'That's Father.'



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