Just like the cream,
In coffee and teas,
Rises to the top,
In the glass cup…
It is conspicuous
I got a rather die
Hovering around
And over my head.
Do not get it twisted
Behind the dark clouds
The sky is always blue
When they come through…
Like a mother hen
And a mountain gorilla
Underneath the sky
Rivers never runs dry,
Whether bedazzled or not,
It is never by chance
They prepared the ground,
Grounds on which I stand.
At times I wonder,
Why I am so blessed…
I will never bend a lip
For if I were to worship
Any mortal being,
My amazing parents
Would be whom I
Would always lift high…
Don’t get it twisted
I believe in God
And I am grateful
For a heaped spoonful.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
What a beautiful poem. Your parent must be proud! ❤️Cindy
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Yea, they are awesome and deserves more. Most times the little things we often see, we bastardize their value. Between a dad and a mom, none is most valuable than the both them. Thank you ma. I appreciate
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Awww… i hope they’re reading this!!! Yes that’s so true. That is so touching!!! You are most welcome!!!❤️
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