Twinging Turns of Life
Being single in restless youth was not good;
Being nestled, in haste led one’s couple-hood.
Free boy and shy girl turned man and woman;
Pleas and ploys of love-cry were now, but vain.
\It’s God’s plan that husband and wife mature
That odds that pan may wane and love secure.
It‘s God’s gift that children were born healthy;
It’s man’s crib that they are‘bores’ not wealthy!
Apparent though one’s weakness in Science is;
A parent crows in sighs how ‘hopeless’ child is!
For being ‘alive,’ we should praise our Maker;
If not for breath of life, humans are but goners.
Fun filled family when children were growing;
Puns pealed by siblings drained parents’ weeping.
Sending first child to school;mom couldn’t bear!
Bidding eldest to wed; dad wasn’t far from tears.
Yet, time that fate spent played spoiler and healer;
Hurt prime bends to allay pain; shocker less matters.
Speaking own mind, offspring spring a surprise;
Clinging to own find, siblings wholeness surmise.
When dad retires from job, home’s struck by owe;
Oldhas to ‘re-tyre’ when hopes are given a blow.
Still, every parent must thank good Lord of ages;
God healed laments and sank blots in foul stages.