🖋I wrote this some twelve years back...when I had not experienced parenthood.
LABOUR OF LOVE
Morning, noon & night
Setting everything right
I always saw my parents working towards making my day bright
A mount guard, going through fire and water...
on slightest of my discomfort they would bother...
for any demand or wish of mine...
...their pampered daughter
It seems I have been dusted with gold...
A strong foundation...they have shaped me in the perfect mould...
Distances cannot make any difference to the love that everyday increases manifold
I 'll always be their doll, who has been taught to enjoy life and face it tall...
PARENTING _'The labour of love to be cherished' is their call !
daughter...👧
Love you loads
Dedicated to you...my dear Mumma n papa!
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