Coming from a place of torment
And raised in a place of beauty
Can I raise a brow, for my parents’ accomplishment?
Bringing a man out of a boy
Teaching respect from birth
Holding me close
And keeping me from danger
Can I raise a brow, for my parents’ beliefs?
Letting me pick my religion
Not forcing anything on me
Telling me right from wrong
Having me learn responsibility
Can I raise a brow, for my parents’ struggle?
Not always having it good but found ways to keep me happy
Being able to keep equilibrium amongst the house
With three hard headed children
Can I raise a brow, for my parents’ love?
Showing their children what true love is
How one should treat another
And if I slipped from the lip
How to take a switch to the back
And caress the love given after
Can I raise a brow, for my parents’ pain?
Knowing it wasn’t always good
Looking, searching, and praying for work
Having money be an issue
And frustration brong torment
But still you loved
Still we learned
Still we understand
And still I raise a brow
For my mom and dad
this is a beautiful piece. little appreciation goes out until we're adults, but better late than never. nice work.
MR