Father

Days, months and years have passed

But it’s only now that I’ve realized

When it’s my time to be like you

A man, a parent and a father too

The things that then you’re doing for us

Quite vague that my young mind can’t grasp

You seldom speak of what’s on your mind

But when you do, there’s so much sense behind

You seldom scold us or lift your hand too

And we quiver whenever you do

You’re not so sweet but a great provider

With that, we know you loved us so dear

We may not have everything we want

But there’s contentment with what you grant

For whatever material aspects that we lack

Emotionally, we have so much luck

In this world, no man can be so perfect

But for us, you’re so great in every aspect

Father, in our hearts you’re always the best

And for us, you exceeded among the rest

Mother

A spank from her,

We deemed it as a punishment.

A lecture from her,

It annoyed us, back then.

We sometimes felt the resentment,

For she only sees our blunder.

There may be times that we ignored her

For we thought she doesn't care.

“I know what I am doing”,

The words we may have uttered.

We used to say “this is my life”,

That was what we often declared.

We thought we knew where to go,

That we can walk away from home.

We used to think that we were right,

But then, WE WERE WRONG.

She silently cries, whenever she hits us,

That is what we do not know.

In every wrong deed we make,

There’s an agony she doesn't want to show.

Mother, why we have misunderstood you?

Your intent that we misinterpreted,

Your goal to make us grow upright,

It’s only now we realized your good deed.

Asking the Times

Asking about the future

And the future may have a word

Or may be timid without a smile

A faceless moment for awhile

Not even a seer can perceive

What tomorrow can bring

Even a prophet may fail

To see a smooth or rough sail

Asking about today

And today may give a reply

Or may show an occurrence

A twaddle thing or with sense

Be sentient of what comes about

Be wary with right or wrong

With the occurrence within

A contemporary world you’re in

Asking about the past

And the past may speak aloud

Or may bring back a depiction

A remembrance of an action

The times of yore is the teacher

To edify and give a sign

Taking no notice of is tantamount

To hidden blockage we try to surmount

The prospect, the present and days gone by

All is part of everyone’s life

Can be ignored or paid attention to

Caveats, gives a lesson as we all go