Mother snuggles the baby, father provides the bread,
These are the gender stereotypes, or so I have read.
Mom feeds the baby, pop keeps the guard,
On one we shower love and care, on other respect regard.
My mom and dad both used to work, now they are both retired,
To take care of us turn by turn, they never got tired.
My dad oozed warmth and comfort too, I'd feel loved and be seen,
He might be old and aged now, but to care for me he's still keen.
He gave me more than life, and love, the freedom to truly live,
No conditions attached with wealth, or the love that he would give.
He didn't set for me some goals, didn't care if I kept leaving jobs,
We've traveled joyously a lot of miles, and shared more than a few sobs.
Our bond is deep, it goes beyond, money, security or care,
He'll never depend on me for these, that I'll never outgrow, is only fair.
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