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The Guardians

The people that gave me life
I choose to celebrate your life
I haven't been open so often
But ride along, recite this poem.
From the first tear that I shed
To the very first fear I ever had
You would heal me from inside
With every simple word you said,
For every kind of bill you paid
Every type of brick that was laid
Every bed of mine that you laid
Being like my personal maid
I sincerely and fully appreciate.

All effort of the two of you
Puts a honest smile on my face,
At times agile and on my case
I belittled you and frowned my face
But you modeled me into this vase
You amended and gave me a base
You helped me find dreams to chase
And you prepared me to win my race
Taught me how to tie my shoelace
Loved for me to feel your embrace
Fought for me to deserve a place
Prayed for me to always be blessed
Organized me and what I messed
Talked to me and taught me lessons
Sought for me to always blossom
Loved me with care and affection
Looked out for me with protection
Did a lot that I may not mention
Sometimes I never paid attention.

We never grew up in a mansion
But we grew with your provision
Grooming us as your obligation
With everything in consideration
Held us onto a strong connection
We always fought for your attention
Asking you every single question
You answered and gave correction.
Overwhelming care so foundational
Astonishing love that's unseasonal
Overflowing blessings unconditional
Amazing compassion so exceptional
Parenting with intention so personal
Guiding us with intuition so original
Portraying roles that are instrumental
Preparing a child for a world abnormal

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