The Complete Works of Modern Poetry of Gratitude to Parents

# Poetry Appreciation # Introduction Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years; Motherly love, like that lamp, blooms silently in the dark night, but it illuminates the dark night, the darkness and the way for children to go home. Share with you a complete collection of modern poems thanking parents. Welcome to read!

The Complete Works of Modern Thanksgiving Poems for Parents

There is one word that is the kindest.

There is a kind called the most beautiful.

There is one person to thank most.

There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.

She is-"Mom"

He is-"father"

My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.

Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.

Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.

Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.

Listen to mom's earnest words.

Facing dad's deep eyes

We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

Modern Thanksgiving Poems for Parents Part II

Leaves floating in the air,

Write a grateful movement,

That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;

White clouds are floating in the blue sky,

Draw those touching pictures,

That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.

We grew up in the sunshine of love,

We nourish the true feelings of the world,

Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;

Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;

Thanks to our friends for their sincere help;

Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.

Thanks to in my heart forever.

Modern Thanksgiving Poems for Parents Part III

Your pale fingertips touch my temple,

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt.

Ah, mom,

In order to keep your aging figure,

Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf,

Afraid that cleaning will make it,

Lose your unique warmth.

Ah, mom,

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid my memory will disappear,

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried out to you for a thorn,

Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, I dare not,

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom,

I often look up at your photos sadly,

Even if the call can penetrate the loess,

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the gift of love like this,

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom,

My sweet, soft and deep memory,

Not rapids, not waterfalls,

It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.