(I wrote this 8-13-2019 and mailed it to my parents.)
I’m older than my parents were when they were raising me,
And from this view, with heart and eyes, I can start to see.
See my life and how it is, compared to how it was,
How they gave their all for me, a reflection of how God does.
The love and sacrifice, with admittedly some holes,
Not hoping for success stories, hoping for their souls.
People who are growing fast, feelings and emotions,
Countless dreams, hopes and wishes, prayers to fill the ocean.
This view is crystal clear at times, rather foggy sometimes too,
But I find myself referencing back, to being daily loved by you.
How’d you do it? What’s the key? My heart really longs to know,
And these five kids are in a sprint with still much for me to show.
I’m afraid it’s not so simple, and for that I am so grateful,
That you two were such great parents, all the ways you have been faithful.
I’m older than you guys were when you were raising me,
And God is still, still, still, using you two to bless me!