A Parent There.

Youth has its’ pluses

And minuses too

Agility, newness and

Worries relatively few

If you’re lucky

At least one parent is home

Someone who supports

And cares where you roam

Is open with advice

Rarely said less than twice

With some recollection

Of their own youthful imperfections

Judgments are spared

When grades are declared

And groundings just

Though you didn’t study much

One who carts you to

and cheers at every game

and if stuck at work

truly wish they’d came

Listens as you rant and rave

overly dismayed

When peers have misbehaved

They pray every moment

You cross their mind

That life’s in your favor

And people are kind

They understand youth

As having its’ trials

And is there to support

Whenever you dial.

So, next time you’re annoyed

Or deem your parent unfair

Take a deep breath

And thank them

For just being there.

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