They made you and then gave you life. Too poor to be husband and wife. They did all they could, and boy they did good, thanks to them you turned out quite alright .
Thanks to them there’s a roof on your head. In the night you can sleep in a bed. When you have a bad dream, you wake up and scream, they tell you a story instead.
They seem like they’re always so strong. Like nothing in life could go wrong. Not a worry in sight, the both of them fight, for a world where you feel you belong.
Their bodies they keep getting old. It is all part of life you were told. They are weak in the knees, and everyone sees, there is not much more time left to go.
One day they will lay down to rest. At that time you will know you were blessed. To have been by their side, till the day that they died, to have been loved by them nonetheless.