Mom's Love Poetry Competition

It is said that the greatest man in the world is his father. Like everyone else, I love my father very much.

My father is a worker. He is very busy at work every day. Because mom works outside during the day and comes home late, dad does all the housework alone. I am very moved to see my father busy every day.

There is a kind of love that has been with us since the day we were born. From hunger to toddler, from playing and learning to dealing with people, every step of our healthy growth embodies the endless love of our parents. This kind of love is meticulous and eternal! The greatest love in the world is the love of parents. It's a selfless dedication and an effort without asking for anything in return. We have got so much, so we should learn to be grateful from the heart. Everything here has become a memory of my childhood. I remember that after school that day, the weather in June changed like a child's face. There was no cloud in Wan Li just now. Now the clouds are gathering, and the muffled thunder comes one after another. Just then, the heavy rain poured down in an instant. I'm worried! I thought my mother was at work and my father was ill in bed again. What should I do? Who will give me an umbrella? It's getting dark and it's raining harder and harder. There is no sign of stopping. My heart is like, adding fuel to the fire, more anxious. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the rain curtain, which is my most respected father. I threw myself into your arms. You touched my head and face with that cold hand, making me feel warm all over. I looked my father up and down many times, only to see that you are soaked to the skin and there is no trace of blood in your smile. A drop of water flows into your mouth, and you can't tell whether it is tears or rain. On the way home, dad, you are pushing your umbrella desperately here, but you are half exposed. I pushed over and said, "Dad, you'd better cover it!" " ! You are still ill. "Dad, you just smiled and said to me," It doesn't matter, Dad, as long as you don't get wet. "This sentence, suddenly my nose sour, tears wet my eyes. Mom, you are such a good father! There are many examples of your meticulous care for me in the past twelve years! Like the stars in the sky. I am often touched. I will never forget what you have done for me. I often say to myself: I must repay you with excellent results, and finally, through my unremitting efforts and strong will, I will be on the list in the school's subject competition. Can't you see that I have grown up? I am also trying to be a good son! Helping you share some housework is what a child should do. Your life and body come from your parents, your joys and sorrows come from society and nature, and your life comes from people who care about and help you. Let's learn to be grateful and face life well.