Examples of modern poetry for parents 1 When dad becomes less verbose,
When dad became emotionally fragile,
I know he is old.
Time draws a curve in the corner of his eye,
The rings bent his spine,
I know he is old.
When mom became more verbose,
When mother stood on tiptoe to dry clothes,
I know she's old.
Young faces are destroyed by years,
Soft hands are rough and stiff,
I know she's old.
I paced on the overpass,
Look at the traffic under the bridge,
Sigh the passage of time,
Sigh the changes of the years.
Remember to hold your hand,
Without direction,
Even at the end of the world, we should bravely fight for it.
At that time, I naively thought,
Life is so beautiful!
Snuggle in your arms every day, very good!
At that time, I didn't understand the years.
Thought time could last forever.
Now I'm everywhere in the sky,
I realized that I had grown up,
Parents are old, too.
I wish I could stay for a long time,
Let me spend more time with you.
I hope again,
Pull up the hand full of vicissitudes,
Towards the beauty of the distance, move on.
Examples of modern poetry for parents 2. My parents. For life! And your company.
Today, I am at school.
Today, I am the only one left in the dormitory.
Today, I seem a little lonely.
Today, I thought of you.
The school is very good, you don't have to worry.
How are you?
Mom, has your high blood pressure dropped?
Dad, are you still smoking and coughing?
Now, I miss you.
Are you dressed well?
Are you still wearing that shabby coat?
Did you eat well?
Are you still eating kimchi and rice?
Mark my words
You must take good care of yourself.
More than ten years.
I look at the white hair on your head.
More than ten years.
You still care about me.
I haven't grown up.
i do not want to grow up.
Thank you, Father.
That deep love
Scold me every day
And behind it, it is sadness.
Later, read it to me.
You must work in the hot sun every day.
That hot steel pipe
How to hold it in your hand?
For me, I thank you.
It's not enough for a lifetime.
Thank you, mom.
Thanks to your breastfeeding.
Let me grow.
It's you, warm and delicate love
When I grow up, I
You really taught me, I
I thank you.
I will never be able to repay you.
Dad, quit smoking.
Mom, don't drink.
Guys, don't think about me.
A traveler outside.
Modern poetry gives parents the moonlight hanging on the loudspeaker to light up their way home.
The thick cocoons on their hands cherish the harvested grain.
They scrimped and saved not because they were stingy.
They are industrious, simple and not noble.
It is not that they cherish time, but that they get up early and get greedy for the dark.
They just want to raise their children into pillars.
They work hard, not that they are particularly strong.
Because they have hope in their hearts.
They cultivated silently.
Because they have dreams in their hearts.
They don't nag because they are old.
I just want to pass on my life experience.
They have worked hard all their lives.
Lifelong agriculture
The terraced fields on the forehead are still very rich.
Respectable parents grow old with the sun and the moon.
There is still a lot of hard work.
Adult children
Grandson is still laughing.
Past sufferings did not knock them down.
The change of time
The face is the portrayal.