A Parent’s Love

There is no pain,
Like the pain you feel,
When your child is in pain.

The pain of: a broken arm,
A broken heart, a wounded soul;
Pain comes in many guises.

You would gladly be in pain yourself,
Or buy the pain at any cost,
But pain is not transferable, or purchasable.

You are there to protect, and to prevent pain,
But life is life,
And your child has to learn pain

It is through a child’s pain,
You can see a parent’s love.

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Preeti
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Parent’s love is simply incomparable to any other love…pure and unbreakable:) Mirrored my thoughts exactly in this poem!

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