Until Death

Pain surrounds his body

He still plays with his youngest child, Bobby

Stress deprives him from sleep

He still makes time to teach his middle child about sheep

Death is upon him

He still makes effort to grin at his eldest son Tim.

 

Age is slowly killing him.

His life is full of struggles.

Dawn to dusk his mind whirls around.

Life has challenged him.

BUT

His age is just a number.

He uses his struggles as a chance to teach his children about responsibilities.

He won’t sleep for the sake of his family.

He accepts the challenge of being a father.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

sarah.0rtiz

Disclaimer: My dad doesn't actually have a son named bobby or Tim, I just put it because it flowed better...we actually are 3 girls and 1 boy...anyways I just wanted to show that parents overall should be appreciated. They go though so much struggle yet they make time for their children. God bless :)

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