Thursday, 15 October 2015

A poem but not by me

From the time one becomes a parent to the time one dies they will put the needs of their child before their own, that is if the parent is a good parent, and most parents are indeed good parents. 
The above poem sums up the role of a parent for me

12 comments:

Red Nomad OZ said...

Your children are very lucky, my friend :D

Margaret-whiteangel said...

True...

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Thank you, I am very lucky to have such great parents, and children

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Indeed

Mariette VandenMunckhof-Vedder said...

Dearest Jo-Anne,
Yes, the lucky ones do have parents like in this poem but there are always, through the ages, those that never found that unconditional love... Sad thing!
Happy weekend to you and hugs,
Mariette

menopausal mama said...

Awwww....so sweet---I love it. Sums to up for me, too!

Michiko Johnson said...

Dearest Jo-Anne,
I just find in Old Award! Yes from Annie of mcgoffy Re adered..
I left MSN live spaces a hundred yeards ago!
my friends photos from todays.
Have a nice days!
Michiko

diane b said...

A good one. So true.

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Yes indeed far too many have waste of space parents and it is so sad

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Agreed

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Thanks

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Indeed

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