Behind Closed Doors

Silent sacrifices, unseen and unheard,

Parents give, their dreams deferred.

For a better life, they strive and toil,

Their happiness, a distant, fading soil.

Late night worries, early morning stress,

Their burdens, we, their children, can't assess.

They sacrifice their youth, their freedom too,

So we can thrive, and our futures renew.

Their whispers in the night, their tears unseen,

Their sacrifices, a love so supreme.

They put aside their passions, their desires,

To give us more, to fuel our fires.

We take for granted, their selfless ways,

Their love, a gift, that never fades.

But behind closed doors, they face their fears,

And whisper thanks, through joy and tears.

So let us thank, these silent heroes true,

Who give their all, with hearts anew.

For all they do, for all they bear,

We thank them now, and show we care.

Their love, a legacy, that forever stands,

A testament to their silent hands.

May we appreciate, their sacrifices grand,

And make them proud, with hearts that understand.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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