As a parent,

It hurts when your child
yelled at you.
It hurts whenever
an argument happened
and they slammed
the door at your face.

As a parent,
You would often
shed tears at night;
For your childs misconduct.

You would feel
a thousand
prickles of needles
within your heart.
Whenever you saw
them hurting.

In every prayer;
May it be at daylight
Or at night.
the name of your child
will always be included in it.

But who knew,
that the pain will grew ten fold
when you come to hold,
the lifeless body of your child;
The child, you always take pride for.

Hugging them close,
as you utter the words

"I wished, it would've been me. My child have a long lists of dreams they would like to achieved. If you have just seen how excited they are when they talk about it, saying that someday it will become reality. If you just saw how hopeful and energetic they are.. if I could take their place instead."

© Bashful