A poem about a hardworking father.
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My Parent's Hard Work
| It's been nearly four decades since Toiling soil on the field You work tediously to yield Provisions for our daily needs. You scaffold each beam with tenacity. You're the sturdy foundation. The strong, unbreakable post Of our glorious home. While our mother shed to us Her incessant shining light Our torch that brightens our way As we traverse the dark side of life. Your wrinkled face marks Your struggles and sacrifices are enormous. Your sinews may already be weak. But you pursued and persevered. Life is a continuous battle. You take the hard blows To let us appear victorious In our chosen endeavors. Father, mother, you are the heroes In all of our glorious tales. Because of your hard work We've reached our woven dreams. Now you both rest and savor the fruit Of your great deeds and tireless labor As we continue, what's left undone And take over the blows for a better life. |
Written for: "April 28 Poem: Hard work" 
in "Dew Drop Inn"
Prompt: Hard work—write a poem about any kind of hard labor (physical, mental, emotional, etc.) you have done or observed
28 lines | 155 words | 893 characters
04/28/22 09:05pm EDT
in "Dew Drop Inn" Prompt: Hard work—write a poem about any kind of hard labor (physical, mental, emotional, etc.) you have done or observed
28 lines | 155 words | 893 characters
04/28/22 09:05pm EDT
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