The Debt

One often takes it for granted
Mother’s nurturing, Father’s care
They owe it to us for making them parents
We presume, unaware
That many, many little children
Are deprived of their share
Of parental love and care;
Blessed are those who have
A place to call home
Those with a family
To call their own
Siblings as playmates;
But, above all, security
Both financial and emotional,
Never having to worry where the next meal will come from
Or whether someone will tuck them into bed;
It’s a debt that can never be repaid.

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You can never repay your parents for what they have done for you. That's the message I want to get across through this poem.