My father taught me
What manipulation was,
What it meant to wait for hours
For someone who never shows.
For all his claims that he loves me,
His actions do not match
Those empty words.
How many times has he not shown up,
How many times has he made excuses?
Yet I should come see HIM,
I should call HIM,
Because he "loves" me.
My mother taught me
What unconditional love is,
What it means to care for loved ones.
It was her who guided me and molded me
Into the person I am today.
She has protected and nurtured,
Helped and, when need be, scolded.
How many times has she given advice,
How many times has she done laundry or cleaned,
Asking for nothing in return
Except, perhaps, a thank you?
All because she loves me.