"Once i was 10 playing stick ball on the
black tar streets in Brooklyn.
Then to hear my Mother call when
it was time to come in.
A basement apartment one bedroom that
slept four.
With Mom, and Dad on a pull away couch
hearing them both snore.
We didn't have much, but a roof over our
heads.
Three meals a day, our parents gave us their best.
They supported our needs, and healed
the bruises on our knees.
Never bated an eye to help us
when we cried.
Showing us so much love, but
we being too young to understand what
it was made of.
I'm all grown up now with children
of my own.
Teaching them what i was taught,
with a comfort that they will
never be alone.
My parents taught me well in
appreciating all in my past.
My children show me now
that our love will forever last."