Parents



The more I grow up
My parents are getting old
Therefore I’m afraid
Unsure my feelings

Some nights I just cry
Hearing my mom’s coughs
Dad also told me:
“Hey Xing, My back hurts.”

Those years in State
They hide their feelings,
Working extra shifts
Sending their sons to school.

They give me all loves
They hold up my sky,
How far have I gone?
They have gone double.

Article By Xing Voong

Xing is a writer and an aspiring software developer. He writes about education, culture, and technology.

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