TO OUR PARENTS
O you, dear parents, guardians of our dawn,
who stood by us when every hope was gone,
From cradle's hush, through shadow and through flame,
your souls gave breath to all from whence we came.
In every step, in dreams that made us whole,
you were the tree that bore our trembling soul.
From time’s deep well, you rose as steadfast beams,
bearing the weight of notebooks, tears, and dreams;
from fields once tilled to stones of city streets,
Your hands carved paths where toil and duty meet.
through sleepless nights and sighs of silent strain,
your hearts endured through sorrow, joy, and pain.
When emptiness crept into hearth and hall,
you summoned warmth where there was none at all;
you lit, from naught, a flame of blessed grace,
that we might walk in light, and not disgrace.
Through whispered grief or struggles left unsaid,
you bore the crown of love upon your head.
And now, dear children, heed this sacred plea:
bring them the peace they gave so selflessly.
_Let them at last, far from the bitter strife,_
taste the sweet rest that crowns a noble life.
Let parents smile, with tenderness reborn,
like flowers waking at the kiss of morn.
Let them be bathed in gold your love has spun,
adorned with dusk and daylight, both in one.
Let care and mourning pass them by unseen,
their days be joy, their nights serene and clean.
For in their blood runs all your destined light,
their hearts once beat to lift your stars at night.
RASAMINDRAKOTROKA Andry Tiana
May 27, 2025
Date de dernière mise à jour : Lun 02 juin 2025
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