Gervic's Poetic Explorations

My Parent's Hardwork

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.

Author's Note ▼

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