I say I love you mother.
No matter what was said.
My friend, my guardian.
Suffering day and night
legs of stiff crutches, pain.
You held me close,
warm bosom carrying my pain.
Love grows deep
like such varicose veins,
implanted in your work worn legs.
I say I love you father.
My laughs, my past.
You gave me the humor,
to dance with lines of art
in unique music.
Kicking around a beat up ball
despite the age bearing on your spine.
You taught me work.
I witnessed the true value
of such life
within the scars
and hard worn skin
upon your loving hands.
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