Roots

We should never forget who has to be the most important in life

A tiny little plantling when it grows,
Saved from damaged the wind throws
Under the shelter of the parent tree
The little one dreams to grow up free

We were born in the nursery of love
Their hands cared to fly away a dove
We were unaware of the harm they endured
All the scars on our skin which were cured

The safest place in the world was her lap
Where we made many tantrums to make a nap
Wildest of the pains were cured when she was near
She never gave back a list of pains she has to bear

He was there for us to scold
We miss his hugs when times were cold
No matter how he took the life folds
He is Hero for the family, strong and bold